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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 reason with God.

[4] But you forgers of lies, You are all worthless physicians.

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

[6] Now hear my reasoning, And heed the pleadings of my lips.

[7] Will you speak wickedly for God, And talk deceitfully for Him?

[8] Will you show partiality for Him? Will you contend for God?

[9] Will it be well when He searches you out? Or can you mock Him as one mocks a man?

[10] He will surely rebuke you If you secretly show partiality.

[11] Will not His excellence make you afraid, And the dread of Him fall upon you?

[12] Your platitudes are proverbs of ashes, Your defenses are defenses of clay.

[13] “Hold your peace with me, and let me speak, Then let come on me what may!

[14] Why do I take my flesh in my teeth, And put my life in my hands?

[15] Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him. Even so, I will defend my own ways before Him.

[16] He also shall be my salvation, For a hypocrite could not come before Him.

[17] Listen carefully to my speech, And to my declaration with your ears.

[18] See now, I have prepared my case, I know that I shall be vindicated.

[19] Who is he who will contend with me? If now I hold my tongue, I perish.

[20] “Only two things do not do to me, Then I will not hide myself from You:

[21] Withdraw Your hand far from me, And let not the dread of You make me afraid.

[22] Then call, and I will answer; Or let me speak, then You respond to me.

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

[24] Why do You hide Your face, And regard me as Your enemy?

[25] Will You frighten a leaf driven to and fro? And will You pursue dry stubble?

[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 closely all my paths. You set a limit for the soles of my feet.

[28] “Man decays like a rotten thing, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.

Job — Chapters