Job 13 — LSV
13Verse 1“Behold, my eye has seen all, || My ear has heard, and it attends to it.Verse 2According to your knowledge I have known—also I. I am not more fallen than you.Verse 3Yet I speak for the Mighty One, || And I delight to argue for God.Verse 4And yet, you [are] forgers of falsehood, || Physicians of nothing—all of you,Verse 5O that you would keep perfectly silent, || And it would be to you for wisdom.Verse 6Please hear my argument, || And attend to the pleadings of my lips,Verse 7Do you speak perverseness for God? And do you speak deceit for Him?Verse 8Do you accept His face, if you strive for God?Verse 9Is [it] good that He searches you, || If, as one mocks at a man, you mock at Him?Verse 10He surely reproves you, if you accept faces in secret.Verse 11Does His excellence not terrify you? And His dread fall on you?Verse 12Your remembrances [are] allegories of ashes, || For high places of clay [are] your heights.Verse 13Keep silent from me, and I speak, || And pass over me what will.Verse 14Why do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?Verse 15Behold, He slays me—I do not wait! Only, I argue my ways to His face.Verse 16Also—He [is] to me for salvation, || For the profane do not come before Him.Verse 17Hear my word diligently, || And my declaration with your ears.Verse 18Now behold, I have set the cause in order, || I have known that I am righteous.Verse 19Who [is] he that strives with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.Verse 20Only two things, O God, do with me, || Then I am not hidden from Your face:Verse 21Put Your hand far off from me, || And do not let Your terror terrify me.Verse 22And You call, and I answer, || Or—I speak, and You answer me.Verse 23How many iniquities and sins do I have? Let me know my transgression and my sin.Verse 24Why do You hide Your face? And reckon me for an enemy to You?Verse 25Do You terrify a leaf driven away? And do You pursue the dry stubble?Verse 26For You write bitter things against me, || And cause me to possess iniquities of my youth,Verse 27And you put my feet in the stocks, || And observe all my paths—You set a print on the roots of my feet,Verse 28And he, as a rotten thing, wears away, || A moth has consumed him as a garment.”