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[1] “Indeed, my eyes have seen all this; my ears have heard and understood.

[2] What you know, I also know; I am not inferior to you.

[3] Yet I desire to speak to the Almighty and argue my case before God.

[4] You, however, smear with lies; you are all worthless physicians.

[5] If only you would remain silent; for that would be your wisdom!

[6] Hear now my argument, and listen to the plea of my lips.

[7] Will you speak wickedly on God’s behalf or speak deceitfully for Him?

[8] Would you show Him partiality or argue in His defense?

[9] Would it be well when He examined you? Could you deceive Him like a man?

[10] Surely He would rebuke you if you secretly showed partiality.

[11] Would His majesty not terrify you? Would the dread of Him not fall upon you?

[12] Your maxims are proverbs of ashes; your defenses are defenses of clay.

[13] Be silent, and I will speak. Then let come to me what may.

[14] Why do I put myself at risk and take my life in my own hands?

[15] Though He slay me, I will hope in Him. I will still defend my ways to His face.

[16] Moreover, this will be my salvation, for no godless man can appear before Him.

[17] Listen carefully to my words; let my declaration ring in your ears.

[18] Behold, now that I have prepared my case, I know that I will be vindicated.

[19] Can anyone indict me? If so, I will be silent and die.

[20] Only grant these two things to me, so that I need not hide from You:

[21] Withdraw Your hand from me, and do not let Your terror frighten me.

[22] Then call me, and I will answer, or let me speak, and You can reply.

[23] How many are my iniquities and sins? Reveal to me my transgression and sin.

[24] Why do You hide Your face and consider me as Your enemy?

[25] Would You frighten a windblown leaf? Would You chase after dry chaff?

[26] For You record bitter accusations against me and bequeath to me the iniquities of my youth.

[27] You put my feet in the stocks and stand watch over all my paths; You set a limit for the soles of my feet.

[28] So man wastes away like something rotten, like a moth-eaten garment.

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