Job 13 — YLT

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