| ||LO, mine eye hath seen all this,|
Mine ear hath heard and understood it.
| ||What ye know, the same do I know also:|
I am not inferior unto you.
| || Surely I would speak to the Almighty,|
And I desire to reason with God.
| ||But ye are forgers of lies;|
Ye are all physicians of no value.
| ||Oh that ye would altogether hold your peace!|
And it would be your wisdom.
| ||Hear now my reasoning,|
And hearken to the pleadings of my lips.
| ||Will ye speak unrighteously for God,|
And talk deceitfully for him?
| ||Will ye show partiality to him?|
Will ye contend for God?
| ||Is it good that he should search you out?|
Or as one deceiveth 1 a man, will ye deceive 2 him?
| ||He will surely reprove you,|
If ye do secretly show partiality.
| ||Shall not his majesty make you afraid,|
And his dread fall upon you?
| ||Your memorable sayings are proverbs of ashes,|
Your defences are defences of clay.
| || Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak;|
And let come on me what will.
| ||Wherefore 3 should I take my flesh in my teeth,|
And put my life in my hand?
| ||Behold, 4 he will slay me; I have no hope:|
Nevertheless I will maintain 5 my ways before him.
| ||This also shall be my salvation,|
That a godless man shall not come before him.
| ||Hear diligently my speech,|
And let my declaration be in your ears.
| ||Behold now, I have set my cause in order;|
I know that I am 6 righteous.
| ||Who is he that will contend with me?|
For then would 7 I hold my peace and give up the ghost.
| ||Only do not two things unto me;|
Then will I not hide myself from thy face:
| ||Withdraw thy hand far from me;|
And let not thy terror make me afraid.
| ||Then call thou, and I will answer;|
Or let me speak, and answer thou me.
| ||How many are mine iniquities and sins?|
Make me to know my transgression and my sin.
| ||Wherefore hidest thou thy face,|
And holdest me for thine enemy?
| ||Wilt thou harass a driven leaf?|
And wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?
| ||For thou writest bitter things against me,|
And makest me to inherit the iniquities of my youth:
| ||Thou puttest my feet also in the stocks,|
And markest all my paths;
Thou settest a bound to the soles of my feet:
| ||Though 8 I am like a rotten thing that consumeth,|
Like a garment that is moth-eaten.