Job 13

1 [“] Behold, all [this] my eye has seen; my ear has heard and understood it.

2 According to your⁺ knowledge, I also know; I am not falling below you⁺.

3 But I wish to speak to Shaddai, and to reason with God I desire.

4 But you⁺, are plasterers of a lie, worthless physicians all of you⁺.

5 Who will give [that] you will surely remain silent, and it will be for wisdom for you⁺.

6 Hear now my reasoning, and be attentive to the quarreling of my lips.

7 Will you⁺ speak injustice for God, and will you⁺ speak deceit for Him?

8 Will you⁺ lift His face, or will you⁺ contend for God?

9 Will [it be] good when He searches you⁺ out? Or as one mocks a man, can you⁺ mock Him?

10 He will surely rebuke you⁺, if in secrecy you⁺ were lifting faces.

11 Will not His excellence terrify you⁺ and the dread of Him fall upon you⁺?

12 Your⁺ remembrances [are] proverbs of ashes; your⁺ defenses [are] defenses of clay.

13 Keep silent from me, and I will speak, and let come upon me what may.

14 For what do I take up my flesh in my teeth, and my soul do I set in my palm?

15 Behold, He may slay me; unto Him I will hope. Indeed, my ways to His face I will defend.

16 Even this [may be] unto me salvation, for the godless one shall not come [in] before His face.

17 Listen [with] hearing [to] my speech, and may my declaration [be] in your⁺ ears.

18 Behold, now, I have arranged my defense. I know that I am righteous.

19 Who [is] he [who] will contend with me? For then I would be silent and die.

20 Only two [things] may You not do with me; then from Your face I will not hide myself.

21 Withdraw your hand from me, and do not let Your terror terrify me.

22 And call, and I will answer; or let me speak, and You reply.

23 How many [are] the iniquities and sins for me? Make me know my transgression and my sin.

24 Why do You hide Your face and consider me as an enemy unto You?

25 Would You make tremble a leaf driven away, and would You pursue dry stubble?

26 For You write against me bitter [things], and you make me inherit the iniquities of my youth.

27 And You put my feet in the stock, and You watch all my paths; upon the soles of my feet You engrave.

28 And he, like a rotten thing, is worn out, like a garment a moth has eaten.