Job 13

1Job reproveth his friends of false reasoning and partiality: 14though unable to account for his own afflictions, he professeth his confidence in God: 20he entreateth to know his sins, and the cause of his affliction.

1 Lo, 1mine eye hath seen all this, mine ear hath heard and understood it.

2 1What ye know, the same do I know also: I am not inferior unto you.

3 Surely I 1would speak to the Almighty, and I desire to reason with God.

4 But ye are 1forgers of lies, ye are all physicians of no value.

5 O 1that ye would altogether hold your peace! and it should be your wisdom.

6 1Hear now my reasoning, and hearken to the pleadings of my lips.

7 1Will ye speak wickedly for God? and talk 2deceitfully for him?

8 Will ye 1accept his person? will ye contend for God?

9 1Is it good that he should 2search you out? or as one man mocketh another, do ye so 3mock him?

10 He will surely 1reprove you, if ye do secretly accept persons.

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

12 1Your remembrances are like unto 2ashes, your bodies to bodies of clay.

13 aHold your peace, 1let me alone, that I may speak, and let come on me what will.

14 Wherefore 1do I take my flesh in my teeth, and 2put my life in mine hand?

15 1Though he slay me, yet will I 2trust in him: but I will amaintain mine own ways before him.

16 He also shall be 1my salvation: for 2an hypocrite shall not come before him.

17 1Hear diligently my speech, and my declaration with your ears.

18 Behold now, I have 1ordered my cause; 2I know that I shall be justified.

19 1Who is he that will plead with me? 2for now, if I hold my tongue, I shall give up the ghost.

20 1Only do not two things unto me: then will I not 2hide myself from thee.

21 1Withdraw thine hand far from me: and let not thy dread make me afraid.

22 Then 1call thou, and I will answer: or let me speak, and answer thou me.

23 1How many are mine iniquities and sins? make me to know my transgression and my sin.

24 Wherefore 1hidest thou thy face, and 2holdest me for thine enemy?

25 Wilt 1thou break a leaf driven to and fro? and wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?

26 For 1thou writest bitter things against me, and makest me to possess the iniquities of my youth.

27 Thou 1puttest my feet also in the stocks, and 2alookest narrowly unto all my paths; thou settest a print upon the bheels of my feet.

28 1And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth eaten.