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Job 13 : 1 - 28
Chapter 13
1 | "Behold, my eye has seen all this, My ear has heard and understood it.
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2 | What you know, I also know; I am not inferior to you.
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3 | But I would speak to the Almighty, And I desire to reason with God.
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4 | But you forgers of lies, You are all worthless physicians.
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5 | Oh, that you would be silent, And it would be your wisdom!
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6 | Now hear my reasoning, And heed the pleadings of my lips.
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7 | Will you speak wickedly for God, And talk deceitfully for Him?
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8 | Will you show partiality for Him? Will you contend for God?
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9 | Will it be well when He searches you out? Or can you mock Him as one mocks a man?
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10 | He will surely rebuke you If you secretly show partiality.
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11 | Will not His excellence make you afraid, And the dread of Him fall upon you?
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12 | Your platitudes are proverbs of ashes, Your defenses are defenses of clay.
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13 | "Hold your peace with me, and let me speak, Then let come on me what may!
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14 | Why do I take my flesh in my teeth, And put my life in my hands?
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15 | Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him. Even so, I will defend my own ways before Him.
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16 | He also shall be my salvation, For a hypocrite could not come before Him.
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17 | Listen carefully to my speech, And to my declaration with your ears.
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18 | See now, I have prepared my case, I know that I shall be vindicated.
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19 | Who is he who will contend with me? If now I hold my tongue, I perish.
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20 | "Only two things do not do to me, Then I will not hide myself from You:
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21 | Withdraw Your hand far from me, And let not the dread of You make me afraid.
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22 | Then call, and I will answer; Or let me speak, then You respond to me.
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23 | How many are my iniquities and sins? Make me know my transgression and my sin.
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24 | Why do You hide Your face, And regard me as Your enemy?
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25 | Will You frighten a leaf driven to and fro? And will You pursue dry stubble?
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26 | For You write bitter things against me, And make me inherit the iniquities of my youth.
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27 | You put my feet in the stocks, And watch closely all my paths. You set a limit for the soles of my feet.
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28 | "Man decays like a rotten thing, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.
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