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Job: Chapter 13

Job reproves his friends for partiality, 1-13. He professes his confidence in God, and then entreats to know his own sins and God's purpose in afflicting him, 14-28.

1 "Behold, my eye has seen all this, my ear has heard and understood it.

2 What you know, the same I also know. I am not inferior to you.

3 Surely I would speak to the Almighty, and I desire to reason with God.

4 But you are forgers of lies. You are all physicians of no value.

5 O that you would altogether hold your peace and it would be your wisdom.

6 Hear now my reasoning and listen to the pleadings of my lips.

7 Will you speak wickedly for God and talk deceitfully for him?

8 Will you accept his person? Will you contend for God?

9 Is it good that he should search you out? Or as one man mocks another, do you likewise mock him?

10 He will surely reprove you, if you secretly accept persons.

11 Shall his excellence not make you afraid and his dread fall upon you?

12 Your remembrances are like ashes, your defenses like defenses of clay.

13 Hold your peace. Leave me alone so that I may speak. And let come on me what will.

14 Why do I take my flesh in my teeth and put my life in my hand?

15 Though he slay me, yet I will trust in him. But I will maintain my own ways before him.

16 He also shall be my salvation, for a hypocrite shall not come before him.

17 Hear diligently my speech and my declaration with your ears.

18 Behold now, I have ordered my cause. I know that I shall be justified.

19 Who is he who will plead with me? For now, if I hold my tongue, I shall expire.

20 Only do not do two things to me, then I will not hide myself from you:

21 Withdraw your hand far from me and do not let your dread make me afraid.

22 Then call, and I will answer. Or let me speak, and answer me.

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

24 Why do you hide your face and hold me for your enemy?

25 Will you terrify a leaf driven to and fro? And will you pursue the dry stubble?

26 For you write bitter things against me and make me to possess the iniquities of my youth.

27 You put my feet also in the stocks and look narrowly to all my paths. You set a print upon the soles of my feet.

28 And he, as a rotten thing, consumes, as a garment that is moth-eaten."