American Standard Version

Job 13

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