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