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Job 13 : 1 - 28

Chapter 13

1"Behold, my eye has seen all this, My ear has heard and understood it.
2What you know, I also know; I am not inferior to you.
3But I would speak to the Almighty, And I desire to reason with God.
4But you forgers of lies, You are all worthless physicians.
5Oh, that you would be silent, And it would be your wisdom!
6Now hear my reasoning, And heed the pleadings of my lips.
7Will you speak wickedly for God, And talk deceitfully for Him?
8Will you show partiality for Him? Will you contend for God?
9Will it be well when He searches you out? Or can you mock Him as one mocks a man?
10He will surely rebuke you If you secretly show partiality.
11Will not His excellence make you afraid, And the dread of Him fall upon you?
12Your platitudes are proverbs of ashes, Your defenses are defenses of clay.
13"Hold your peace with me, and let me speak, Then let come on me what may!
14Why do I take my flesh in my teeth, And put my life in my hands?
15Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him. Even so, I will defend my own ways before Him.
16He also shall be my salvation, For a hypocrite could not come before Him.
17Listen carefully to my speech, And to my declaration with your ears.
18See now, I have prepared my case, I know that I shall be vindicated.
19Who is he who will contend with me? If now I hold my tongue, I perish.
20"Only two things do not do to me, Then I will not hide myself from You:
21Withdraw Your hand far from me, And let not the dread of You make me afraid.
22Then call, and I will answer; Or let me speak, then You respond to me.
23How many are my iniquities and sins? Make me know my transgression and my sin.
24Why do You hide Your face, And regard me as Your enemy?
25Will You frighten a leaf driven to and fro? And will You pursue dry stubble?
26For You write bitter things against me, And make me inherit the iniquities of my youth.
27You put my feet in the stocks, And watch closely all my paths. You set a limit for the soles of my feet.
28"Man decays like a rotten thing, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.

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