Job 13 / 42
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(Job Continues: Still I Will Hope in God)
"Behold, my eye has seen all this,
my ear has heard and understood it.
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What you know, I also know;
I am not inferior to you.
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But I would speak to the Almighty,
and I desire to argue my case with God.
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As for you, you whitewash with lies;
worthless physicians are you all.
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Oh that you would keep silent,
and it would be your wisdom!
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Hear now my argument
and listen to the pleadings of my lips.
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Will you speak falsely for God
and speak deceitfully for him?
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Will you show partiality toward him?
Will you plead the case for God?
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Will it be well with you when he searches you out?
Or can you deceive him, as one deceives a man?
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He will surely rebuke you
if in secret you show partiality.
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Will not his majesty terrify you,
and the dread of him fall upon you?
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Your maxims are proverbs of ashes;
your defenses are defenses of clay.
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"Let me have silence, and I will speak,
and let come on me what may.
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Why should I take my flesh in my teeth
and put my life in my hand?
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Though he slay me, I will hope in him;
yet I will argue my ways to his face.
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This will be my salvation,
that the godless shall not come before him.
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Keep listening to my words,
and let my declaration be in your ears.
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Behold, I have prepared my case;
I know that I shall be in the right.
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Who is there who will contend with me?
For then I would be silent and die.
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Only grant me two things,
then I will not hide myself from your face:
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withdraw your hand far from me,
and let not dread of you terrify me.
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Then call, and I will answer;
or let me speak, and you reply to me.
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How many are my iniquities and my sins?
Make me know my transgression and my sin.
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Why do you hide your face
and count me as your enemy?
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Will you frighten a driven leaf
and pursue dry chaff?
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For you write bitter things against me
and make me inherit the iniquities of my youth.
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You put my feet in the stocks
and watch all my paths;
you set a limit for the soles of my feet.
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Man wastes away like a rotten thing,
like a garment that is moth-eaten.