Job 13
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Behold, mine eye has seen all [this], Mine ear has heard and understood it.
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What you know, [the same] do I know also: I am not inferior to you.
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Surely I would speak to the Almighty, And I desire to reason with God.
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But you are forgers of lies; You are all physicians of no value.
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Oh that you would altogether hold your peace! And it would be your wisdom.
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Hear now my reasoning, And hearken to the pleadings of my lips.
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Will you speak unrighteously for God, And talk deceitfully for him?
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Will you show partiality to him? Will you contend for God?
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Is it good that he should search you out? Or as one deceives a man, will you deceive
him?
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He will surely reprove you If you do secretly show partiality.
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Shall not his majesty make you afraid, And his dread fall upon you?
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Your memorable sayings are proverbs of ashes, Your defences are defences of clay.
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Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak; And let come on me what will.
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Wherefore should I take my flesh in my teeth, And put my life in my hand?
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Behold, he will slay me; I have no hope: Nevertheless I will maintain my ways before
him.
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This also shall be my salvation, That a godless man shall not come before him.
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Hear diligently my speech, And let my declaration be in your ears.
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Behold now, I have set my cause in order; I know that I am righteous.
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Who is he who will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and give up the
ghost.
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Only do not two things to me; Then will I not hide myself from your face:
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Withdraw your hand far from me; And let not your terror make me afraid.
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Then call you, and I will answer; Or let me speak, and answer you me.
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How many are mine iniquities and sins? Make me to know my transgression and my sin.
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Wherefore hide you your face, And hold me for your enemy?
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Will you harass a driven leaf? And will you pursue the dry stubble?
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For you write bitter things against me, And make me to inherit the iniquities of my
youth:
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You put my feet also in the stocks, And mark all my paths; You set a bound to the
soles of my feet:
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Though I am like a rotten thing that consumes, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.