Job Prepares His Case
Look, my eye has seen all this; my ear has heard and understood it.
As you know, I also know; I am not falling short of you.
But I would speak to the Almighty, and I desire to argue with God.
But you are plasterers of falsehood; you are all worthless physicians.
Oh that you would be utterly silent — and it would be wisdom for you!
Hear, please, my argument, and listen to the contentions of my lips.
Will you speak injustice for God, and speak deceit for him?
Will you lift up his face? Will you contend for God?
Would it be good when he searches you out? Or as one mocks a mortal, will you mock him?
He will surely reprove you, if in secret you lift up faces.
Will not his majesty dismay you, and the dread of him fall upon you?
Your remembrances are proverbs of ashes; your defenses are defenses of clay.
Be silent from me, and I myself will speak — and let come upon me what may.
Why should I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand?
Though he slay me, I will hope in him. Yet I will argue my ways to his face.
He also will be my salvation, for a godless man will not come before him.
Hear, hear my word, and my declaration in your ears.
Look now, I have set out my case; I know that I shall be counted righteous.
Who is it that will contend with me? For then I would be silent and expire.
Only do not do two things to me; then I would not hide myself from your face:
Take your hand far from me, and let your terror not dismay me.
Then call, and I will answer; or let me speak, and answer me.
How many are my iniquities and sins? Make me know my transgression and my sin.
Why do you hide your face, and count me as your enemy?
Will you terrify a driven leaf, and pursue dry chaff?
For you write bitter things against me, and make me inherit the iniquities of my youth.
And you put my feet in the stocks, and watch all my paths; you cut a mark about the soles of my feet.
And he wastes away like something rotten, like a garment that the moth has eaten.