Job 13 — American Standard Version

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 a man, will ye deceive 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 should I take my flesh in my teeth, And put my life in my hand?● Behold, he will slay me; I have no hope: Nevertheless I will maintain 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 righteous.● Who is he that will contend with me? For then would 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 I am like a rotten thing that consumeth, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.●