Job 13

1 Behold, my eye has seen all these things, and my ear has heard, and I have understood each one.

Lo, mine eye hath seen all [this], mine ear hath heard and understood it.

2 In conformity with your knowledge, I also know. I am not inferior to you.

What ye know, I know also: I am not inferior to you.

3 Yet I speak this way to the Almighty, and I desire to argue with God,

But I will speak to the Almighty, and will find pleasure in reasoning with God;

4 having first shown that you fabricate lies and cultivate perverse teachings.

For ye indeed are forgers of lies, ye are all physicians of no value.

5 And I wish that you would remain silent, so that you would be counted among the wise.

Oh that ye would be altogether silent! and it would be your wisdom.

6 Therefore, listen to my correction, and pay attention to the judgment of my lips.

Hear now my defence, and hearken to the pleadings of my lips.

7 Does God require your lie, so that you would speak deceitfully for him?

Will ye speak unrighteously for God? and for him speak deceit?

8 Have you taken his place, and do you struggle to give judgment in favor of God?

Will ye accept his person? will ye contend for God?

9 Or, will it please him, from whom nothing can be concealed? Or, will he be deceived, like a man, by your deceitfulness?

Will it be well if he should search you out? or as one mocketh at a man, will ye mock at him?

10 He will accuse you because in secret you have preempted his presence.

He will certainly reprove you, if ye do secretly accept persons.

11 As soon as he moves himself, he will disturb you, and his dread will fall over you.

Shall not his excellency terrify you? and his dread fall upon you?

12 Your remembrance will be compared to ashes, and your necks will be reduced to clay.

Your memorable sayings are proverbs of ashes, your bulwarks are bulwarks of mire.

13 Be silent for a little while, so that I may speak whatever my mind suggests to me.

Hold your peace from me, and I will speak, and let come on me what [will]!

14 Why do I wound my flesh with my teeth, and carry my soul in my hands?

Wherefore should I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand?

15 And now, if he would kill me, I will hope in him; in this, truly, I will correct my ways in his sight.

Behold, if he slay me, yet would I trust in him; but I will defend mine own ways before him.

16 And he will be my savior, for no hypocrite at all will approach in his sight.

This also shall be my salvation, that a profane man shall not come before his face.

17 Listen to my words, and perceive an enigma with your ears.

Hear attentively my speech and my declaration with your ears.

18 If I will be judged, I know that I will be found to be just.

Behold now, I have ordered the cause; I know that I shall be justified.

19 Who is it that will go to judgment with me? Let him approach. Why should I be consumed in silence?

Who is he that contendeth with me? For if I were silent now, I should expire.

20 Do not do such things to me twice, and then I will not hide from your face.

Only do not two things unto me; then will I not hide myself from thee.

21 Take your hand far away from me, and do not let your dread terrify me.

Withdraw thy hand far from me; and let not thy terror make me afraid:

22 Call me, and I will answer you, or else I will speak, and you can answer me.

Then call, and I will answer; or I will speak, and answer thou me.

23 How many iniquities and sins do I have? Reveal my crimes and offenses to me.

How many are mine iniquities and sins? Make me to know my transgression and my sin.

24 Why do you conceal your face and consider me to be your enemy?

Wherefore dost thou hide thy face, and countest me for thine enemy?

25 Against a leaf, which is carried away by the wind, you reveal your power, and you pursue dry straw.

Wilt thou terrify a driven leaf? and wilt thou pursue dry stubble?

26 For you write bitter things against me, and you want to consume me for the sins of my youth.

For thou writest bitter things against me, and makest me to possess the iniquities of my youth;

27 You have put my feet on a tether, and you have observed all my paths, and you have considered the steps of my feet.

And thou puttest my feet in the stocks, and markest all my paths; thou settest a bound about the soles of my feet; —

28 I will be left to decay like something rotten and like a garment that is being eaten by moths.

One who, as a rotten thing consumeth, as a garment that the moth eateth.