Job 13

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"My eyes have seen all this, my ears have heard and understood it.

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What you know, I also know; I am not inferior to you.

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But I desire to speak to the Almighty and to argue my case with God.

4

You, however, smear me with lies; you are worthless phusicians, all of you!

5

If only you would be altogether silent! For you, that would be wisdom.

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Hear now my arguement; listen to the plea of my lips.

7

Will you speak wickedly on God's behalf? Will you speak deceitfully for him?

8

Will you show him partiality? Will you argue the case for God?

9

Would it turn out well if he examined you? Could you deceive him as you

might deceive men?

10

He would surely rebuke you if you secretly showed partiality.

11

Would not his splendor terrify you? Would not the dread of him

fall on you?

12

Your maxims are proverbs of ashes; your defenses are defenses of clay.

13

"Keep silent and let me speak; then let come to me what may.

14

Why do I put myself in jeopardy and take my life in my hands?

15

Though he slays me, yet will I hope in him; I will surely defend my ways

to his face.

16

Indeed, this will turn out for my deliverance, for no godless man would

dare come before him!

17

Listen carefully to my words; let your ears take in what I say.

18

Now that I have prepared my case, I know I will be vindicated.

19

Can anyone bring charges against me? If so, I will be silent and die.

20

"Only grant me these two things, O God, and then I will not hide from you:

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Withdraw your hand far from me, and stop frightening me with your terrors.

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Then summon me and I will answer, or let me speak, and you reply.

23

How many wrongs and sins have I committed? Show me my offense

and my sin.

24

Why do you hide your face and consider me your enemy?

25

Will you torment a windblown leaf? Will you chase after dry chaff?

26

For you write down bitter things against me and make me inherit the sins

of my youth.

27

You fasten my feet in shackles; you keep close watch on all my paths

by putting marks on the soles of my feet.

28

"So man wastes away like something rotten, like a garment eaten by moths.