Verse 1
Lo, all -- hath mine eye seen, Heard hath mine ear, and it attendeth to it.
Verse 2
According to your knowledge I have known -- also I. I am not fallen more than you.
Verse 3
Yet I for the Mighty One do speak, And to argue for God I delight.
Verse 4
And yet, ye `are' forgers of falsehood, Physicians of nought -- all of you,
Verse 5
O that ye would keep perfectly silent, And it would be to you for wisdom.
Verse 6
Hear, I pray you, my argument, And to the pleadings of my lips attend,
Verse 7
For God do ye speak perverseness? And for Him do ye speak deceit?
Verse 8
His face do ye accept, if for God ye strive?
Verse 9
Is `it' good that He doth search you, If, as one mocketh at a man, ye mock at Him?
Verse 10
He doth surely reprove you, if in secret ye accept faces.
Verse 11
Doth not His excellency terrify you? And His dread fall upon you?
Verse 12
Your remembrances `are' similes of ashes, For high places of clay your heights.
Verse 13
Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me doth what?
Verse 14
Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?
Verse 15
Lo, He doth slay me -- I wait not! Only, my ways unto His face I argue.
Verse 16
Also -- He `is' to me for salvation, For the profane cometh not before Him.
Verse 17
Hear ye diligently my word, And my declaration with your ears.
Verse 18
Lo, I pray you, I have set in order the cause, I have known that I am righteous.
Verse 19
Who `is' he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.
Verse 20
Only two things, O God, do with me: Then from Thy face I am not hidden.
Verse 21
Thy hand put far off from me, And Thy terror let not terrify me.
Verse 22
And call Thou, and I -- I answer, Or -- I speak, and answer Thou me.
Verse 23
How many iniquities and sins have I? My transgression and my sin let me know.
Verse 24
Why dost Thou hide Thy face? And reckonest me for an enemy to Thee?
Verse 25
A leaf driven away dost Thou terrify? And the dry stubble dost Thou pursue?
Verse 26
For Thou writest against me bitter things, And causest me to possess iniquities of my youth:
Verse 27
And puttest in the stocks my feet, And observest all my paths, On the roots of my feet Thou settest a print,
Verse 28
And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.