1: Lo, all -- hath mine eye seen, Heard hath mine ear, and it attendeth to it. 2: According to your knowledge I have known -- also I. I am not fallen more than you. 3: Yet I for the Mighty One do speak, And to argue for God I delight. 4: And yet, ye [are] forgers of falsehood, Physicians of nought -- all of you, 5: O that ye would keep perfectly silent, And it would be to you for wisdom. 6: Hear, I pray you, my argument, And to the pleadings of my lips attend, 7: For God do ye speak perverseness? And for Him do ye speak deceit? 8: His face do ye accept, if for God ye strive? 9: Is [it] good that He doth search you, If, as one mocketh at a man, ye mock at Him? 10: He doth surely reprove you, if in secret ye accept faces. 11: Doth not His excellency terrify you? And His dread fall upon you? 12: Your remembrances [are] similes of ashes, For high places of clay your heights. 13: Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me doth what? 14: Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand? 15: Lo, He doth slay me -- I wait not! Only, my ways unto His face I argue. 16: Also -- He [is] to me for salvation, For the profane cometh not before Him. 17: Hear ye diligently my word, And my declaration with your ears. 18: Lo, I pray you, I have set in order the cause, I have known that I am righteous. 19: Who [is] he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp. 20: Only two things, O God, do with me: Then from Thy face I am not hidden. 21: Thy hand put far off from me, And Thy terror let not terrify me. 22: And call Thou, and I -- I answer, Or -- I speak, and answer Thou me. 23: How many iniquities and sins have I? My transgression and my sin let me know. 24: Why dost Thou hide Thy face? And reckonest me for an enemy to Thee? 25: A leaf driven away dost Thou terrify? And the dry stubble dost Thou pursue? 26: For Thou writest against me bitter things, And causest me to possess iniquities of my youth: 27: And puttest in the stocks my feet, And observest all my paths, On the roots of my feet Thou settest a print, 28: And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.