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Job 13
World English Bible British Edition · Berean Standard Bible
“Behold, my eye has seen all this.
“Indeed, my eyes have seen all this; my ears have heard and understood.
“Surely I would speak to the Almighty.
Yet I desire to speak to the Almighty and argue my case before God.
Oh that you would be completely silent!
If only you would remain silent; for that would be your wisdom!
Will you speak unrighteously for God,
Will you speak wickedly on God’s behalf or speak deceitfully for Him?
Is it good that he should search you out?
Would it be well when He examined you? Could you deceive Him as you would deceive a man?
Won’t his majesty make you afraid
Would His majesty not terrify you? Would the dread of Him not fall upon you?
Your memorable sayings are proverbs of ashes.
Your maxims are proverbs of ashes; your defenses are defenses of clay.
Why should I take my flesh in my teeth,
Why do I put myself at risk and take my life in my own hands?
Behold, he will kill me.
Though He slay me, I will hope in Him (note: Or I have no other hope). I will still defend my ways to His face.
This also will be my salvation,
Moreover, this will be my salvation, for no godless man can appear before Him.
Listen carefully to my speech.
Listen carefully to my words; let my declaration ring in your ears.
See now, I have set my cause in order.
See now, I have prepared my case; I know that I will be vindicated.
“Only don’t do two things to me,
Only grant these two things to me, so that I need not hide from You:
withdraw your hand far from me,
Withdraw Your hand from me, and do not let Your terror frighten me.
Then call, and I will answer,
Then call me, and I will answer, or let me speak, and You can reply.
How many are my iniquities and sins?
How many are my iniquities and sins? Reveal to me my transgression and sin.
Will you harass a driven leaf?
Would You frighten a windblown leaf? Would You chase after dry chaff?
For you write bitter things against me,
For You record bitter accusations against me and bequeath to me the iniquities of my youth.
You also put my feet in the stocks,
You put my feet in the stocks and stand watch over all my paths; You set a limit for the soles of my feet.
though I am decaying like a rotten thing,
So man wastes away like something rotten, like a moth-eaten garment.