Lo, mine eye hath seen all this, Mine ear hath heard and understood it.
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What ye know, do I know also; I am not inferior unto you.
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Notwithstanding I would speak to the Almighty, And I desire to reason with God.
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But ye are plasterers of lies, Ye are all physicians of no value.
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Oh that ye would altogether hold your peace! And it would be your wisdom.
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Hear now my reasoning, And hearken to the pleadings of my lips.
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Will ye speak unrighteously for God, And talk deceitfully for Him?
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Will ye show Him favour? Will ye contend for God?
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Would it be good that He should search you out? Or as one mocketh a man, will ye mock Him?
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He will surely reprove you, If ye do secretly show favour.
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Shall not His majesty terrify you, And His dread fall upon you?
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Your memorials shall be like unto ashes, Your eminences to eminences of clay.
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Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, And let come on me what will.
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Wherefore? I will take my flesh in my teeth, And put my life in my hand.
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Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him; But I will argue my ways before Him.
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This also shall be my salvation, That a hypocrite cannot come before Him.
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Hear diligently my speech, And let my declaration be in your ears.
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Behold now, I have ordered my cause; I know that I shall be justified.
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Who is he that will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and die.
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Only do not two things unto me, Then will I not hide myself from Thee:
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Withdraw Thy hand far from me; And let not Thy terror make me afraid.
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Then call Thou, and I will answer; Or let me speak, and answer Thou me.
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How many are mine iniquities and sins? Make me to know my transgression and my sin.
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Wherefore hidest Thou Thy face, And holdest me for Thine enemy?
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Wilt Thou harass a driven leaf? And wilt Thou pursue the dry stubble?
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That Thou shouldest write bitter things against me, And make me to inherit the iniquities of my youth.
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Thou puttest my feet also in the stocks, And lookest narrowly unto all my paths; Thou drawest Thee a line about the soles of my feet;
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Though I am like a wine-skin that consumeth, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.
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