📖 Job 13
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Lo, mine eye hath seen all [this], Mine ear hath heard and understood it.
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What ye know, [the same] do I know also: I am not inferior unto you.
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Surely I would speak to the Almighty, And I desire to reason with God.
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But ye are forgers of lies; Ye are all physicians of no value.
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Oh that ye 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 ye speak unrighteously for God, And talk deceitfully for him?
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Will ye show partiality to him? Will ye contend for God?
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Is it good that he should search you out? Or as one deceiveth a man, will ye deceive him?
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He will surely reprove you, If ye 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 that 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 unto me; Then will I not hide myself from thy face:
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Withdraw thy hand far from me; And let not thy terror make me afraid.
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Then call thou, and I will answer; Or let me speak, and answer thou 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 hidest thou thy face, And holdest me for thine enemy?
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Wilt thou harass a driven leaf? And wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?
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For thou writest bitter things against me, And makest me to inherit the iniquities of my youth:
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Thou puttest my feet also in the stocks, And markest all my paths; Thou settest a bound to the soles of my feet:
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Though I am like a rotten thing that consumeth, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.