LEB(i)
1 "Look, my eye has seen everything; my ear has heard and has understood it.
2 ⌊What you* know⌋,* I myself* also know— I am not more inferior than you.*
3 But I would speak to Shaddai, and I desire to argue with God.
4 "But* you* ⌊whitewash with lies⌋;* all of you* are ⌊worthless healers⌋.*
5 ⌊O that⌋* you* would keep completely silent, and that it would become wisdom for you.*
6 Please hear my argument, and listen attentively to the pleadings of my lips.
7 "Will you* speak falsely for God? And will you* speak deceitfully for him?
8 ⌊Will you* show partiality for him⌋?* Or do you* want to plead God's case?
9 Will it be well, if he examines you?* Or can you* deceive him like deceiving a human being?
10 "Surely he will rebuke you* if ⌊you* show partiality⌋* in secret.
11 Will not his majesty terrify you,* and his dread fall upon you?*
12 Your* maxims are proverbs of ashes; your* defenses are defenses of clay.
13 "⌊Let me have silence⌋,* and I myself* will speak, and let come over me whatever may.
14 Why should I take my flesh in my teeth and* put* my life in my hand?
15 Look,* though he kill me, I will hope in* him; however, I will defend my ways ⌊before him⌋.*
16 Moreover, this is salvation to me, that the godless would not come ⌊before him⌋.*
17 "Listen carefully to my words, and let my exposition be in your ears.
18 Please look,* I have prepared my case; I know that I myself* will be vindicated.
19 Who is he who will contend with me? For ⌊then⌋ I would be silent, and I would pass away.
20 "Only you* must not do these two things to me; then I will not hide from your face:
21 withdraw your* hand from me, and let not your* dread terrify me.
22 Then* call, and I myself* will answer; or let me speak, then* reply to me.
23 "⌊How many⌋* are my iniquities and sins? Make known to me my transgression and my sin.
24 Why do you* hide your* face and count me as your* enemy?
25 Will you* terrify a blown leaf? And will you* pursue dry stubble?
26 "Indeed, you* write bitter things against me, and you* make me reap the iniquities of my childhood.
27 And you* put my feet in the block, and you* watch all my paths; you carve a mark on the soles of my feet.*
28 And he himself *wastes away like something rotten, like a garment that the moth has eaten.