Job 13 — The Holy Bible

“Behold, my eye has seen all these things,

And my ear has heard them.

What you know, I also know;

I am not of lesser understanding than you.

Nevertheless I will speak to the Lord

And will reason before Him if He wills.

For you are all dishonest physicians and healers of diseases.

But would that you were silent,

For it would lead you to wisdom.

Hear the conviction of my mouth

And heed the judgment of my lips.

Do you not speak before the Lord

And utter deceit before Him?

Will you draw back?

But you yourselves be judges.

Would it be well for you if He searched you out?

For if you make every effort to join yourselves to Him,

He will surely rebuke you if you also secretly show favoritism.

Will not His terror make you dizzy

And His fear fall upon you?

In the end, your insolence will go away like ashes

And your body like clay.

“Be silent, that I may speak

And put my anger to rest,

So I may take my flesh in my teeth

And put my life in my hand.

Though the Mighty One should lay His hand upon me,

And already He has begun,

I will speak and reason before Him.

This will turn for me into salvation,

For there shall be no deceit before Him.

Listen, listen to my words,

For I will report them in your hearing.

Behold, I am near my judgment:

I know I shall appear righteous.

Who is he who will judge me,

That I should now be silent and be wanting?

Job's Prayer to God

“Grant me two things,

Then I will not hide my face from You:

Withdraw Your hand far from me,

And let not the fear of You terrify me.

Then You will call, and I will obey You;

Or You will speak, then I will give You an answer.

How many are my sins and transgressions?

Teach me what they are.

Why do You hide Yourself from me

And regard me as Your enemy?

Will You take heed of me as a leaf shaken by the wind?

Or will You set Yourself against me as grass blown by the wind?

For You wrote evil things against me

And compassed me with the sins of my youth.

You have put my foot in the stocks,

Have watched all my works,

And have penetrated into the roots of my feet,

Which have become old like a wineskin

Or like a moth-eaten garment.