Job 13

¹Behold mine eye hath seen all these things, and mine ear hath heard, and I have understood every thing.

²According to your knowledge I also do know: neither am I inferior to you.

³But yet I will speak to the Omnipotent, and I covet to dispute with God.

⁴First shewing you to be forgers of lying, and maintainers of perverse opinions.

⁵And would God ye would hold your peace, that you might be thought to be wise men.

⁶Hear ye therefore my correptions, and attend the judgment of my lips.

⁷Hath God need of your lie, that for him you speak guiles?

⁸Do you take his person, and do you endeavour to judge for God?

⁹Or shall it please him from whom nothing can be concealed, or shall he be deceived as a man, with your fraudulent dealings?

¹⁰He shall reprove you, because in secret you take his person.

¹¹Forthwith as he shall move himself, he shall trouble you: and his terror shall come violently upon you.

¹²Your memory shall be compared to ashes, and your necks shall be brought into clay.

¹³Hold your peace a little while, that I may speak whatsoever my mind shall prompt me.

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

¹⁵Although he shall kill me, I will trust in him: but yet I will reprove my ways in his sight.

¹⁶And he shall be my saviour: for no hypocrite shall come in his sight.

¹⁷Hear ye my word, and receive the obscure sayings with your ears.

¹⁸If I shall be judged, I know that I shall be found just.

¹⁹What is he that will be judged with me? Let him come: why am I consumed holding my peace?

²⁰Two things only do not to me, and then shall I not be hid from thy face:

²¹Make thy hand far from me, and let not thy fear terrify me.

²²Call me, and I will answer thee: or else I will speak, and do thou answer me.

²³How great iniquities and sins I have, my wicked deeds and my offences shew thou me.

²⁴Why hidest thou thy face, and thinkest me thine enemy?

²⁵Against the leaf, that is violently taken with the wind, thou shewest thy might, and persecutest dry stubble.

²⁶For thou writest bitterness against me, and wilt consume me with the sins of my youth.

²⁷Thou hast put my feet in the stocks, and hast observed all my paths, and hast considered the steps of my feet.

²⁸Who as rottenness am to be consumed, and as a garment, that is eaten of the moth.