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[1] “Behold, my eye has seen all this, my ear has heard and understood it.

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

[3] But I would speak to the Almighty, and I desire to argue my case with God.

[4] As for you, you whitewash with lies; worthless physicians are you all.

[5] Oh that you would keep silent, and it would be your wisdom!

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

[7] Will you speak falsely for God and speak deceitfully for him?

[8] Will you show partiality toward him? Will you plead the case for God?

[9] Will it be well with you when he searches you out? Or can you deceive him, as one deceives a man?

[10] He will surely rebuke you if in secret you show partiality.

[11] Will not his majesty terrify you, and the dread of him fall upon you?

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

[13] “Let me have silence, and I will speak, and let come on me what may.

[14] Why should I take my flesh in my teeth and put my life in my hand?

[15] Though he slay me, I will hope in him; yet I will argue my ways to his face.

[16] This will be my salvation, that the godless shall not come before him.

[17] Keep listening to my words, and let my declaration be in your ears.

[18] Behold, I have prepared my case; I know that I shall be in the right.

[19] Who is there who will contend with me? For then I would be silent and die.

[20] Only grant me two things, then I will not hide myself from your face:

[21] withdraw your hand far from me, and let not dread of you terrify me.

[22] Then call, and I will answer; or let me speak, and you reply to me.

[23] How many are my iniquities and my sins? Make me know my transgression and my sin.

[24] Why do you hide your face and count me as your enemy?

[25] Will you frighten a driven leaf and pursue dry chaff?

[26] For you write bitter things against me and make me inherit the iniquities of my youth.

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

[28] Man wastes away like a rotten thing, like a garment that is moth-eaten.

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