Job 13

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.