American Standard Version
Job, Chapter 13

   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.

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