| 1 |
Lo, mine eye hath seen all `this', Mine ear hath heard and understood it. |
| 2 |
What ye know, `the same' do I know also: I am not inferior unto you. |
| 3 |
Surely I would speak to the Almighty, And I desire to reason with God. |
| 4 |
But ye are forgers of lies; Ye are all physicians of no value. |
| 5 |
Oh that ye would altogether hold your peace! And it would be your wisdom. |
| 6 |
Hear now my reasoning, And hearken to the pleadings of my lips. |
| 7 |
Will ye speak unrighteously for God, And talk deceitfully for him? |
| 8 |
Will ye show partiality to him? Will ye contend for God? |
| 9 |
Is it good that he should search you out? Or as one deceiveth a man, will ye deceive him? |
| 10 |
He will surely reprove you If ye do secretly show partiality. |
| 11 |
Shall not his majesty make you afraid, And his dread fall upon you? |
| 12 |
Your memorable sayings are proverbs of ashes, Your defences are defences of clay. |
| 13 |
Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak; And let come on me what will. |
| 14 |
Wherefore should I take my flesh in my teeth, And put my life in my hand? |
| 15 |
Behold, he will slay me; I have no hope: Nevertheless I will maintain my ways before him. |
| 16 |
This also shall be my salvation, That a godless man shall not come before him. |
| 17 |
Hear diligently my speech, And let my declaration be in your ears. |
| 18 |
Behold now, I have set my cause in order; I know that I am righteous. |
| 19 |
Who is he that will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and give up the ghost. |
| 20 |
Only do not two things unto me; Then will I not hide myself from thy face: |
| 21 |
Withdraw thy hand far from me; And let not thy terror make me afraid. |
| 22 |
Then call thou, and I will answer; Or let me speak, and answer thou me. |
| 23 |
How many are mine iniquities and sins? Make me to know my transgression and my sin. |
| 24 |
Wherefore hidest thou thy face, And holdest me for thine enemy? |
| 25 |
Wilt thou harass a driven leaf? And wilt thou pursue the dry stubble? |
| 26 |
For thou writest bitter things against me, And makest me to inherit the iniquities of my youth: |
| 27 |
Thou puttest my feet also in the stocks, And markest all my paths; Thou settest a bound to the soles of my feet: |
| 28 |
Though I am like a rotten thing that consumeth, Like a garment that is moth-eaten. |
