Job 13

1Look, my eyes have seen all this; my ears have heard and understood it.2

3Everything you know, I also know; I am not inferior to you.4

5Yet I prefer to speak to the Almighty and argue my case before God.6

7You use lies like plaster; you are all worthless healers.8

9If only you would shut up and let that be your wisdom!10

11Hear now my argument, and listen to my defense.12

13Would you testify unjustly on God’s behalf or speak deceitfully for him?14

15Would you show partiality to him or argue the case in his defense?16

17Would it go well if he examined you? Could you deceive him as you would deceive a man?18

19Surely he would rebuke you if you secretly showed partiality.20

21Would God’s majesty not terrify you? Would his dread not fall on you?22

23Your memorable sayings are proverbs of ash; your defenses are made of clay.24

25Be quiet, and I will speak. Let whatever comes happen to me.26

27I will put myself at risk and take my life in my own hands.28

29Even if he kills me, I will hope in him. I will still defend my ways before him.30

31Yes, this will result in my deliverance, for no godless person can appear before him.32

33Pay close attention to my words; let my declaration ring in your ears.34

35Now then, I have prepared my case; I know that I am right.36

37Can anyone indict me? If so, I will be silent and die.38

39Only grant these two things to me, God, so that I will not have to hide from your presence:40

41remove your hand from me, and do not let your terror frighten me.42

43Then call, and I will answer, or I will speak, and you can respond to me.44

45How many iniquities and sins have I committed? Reveal to me my transgression and sin.46

47Why do you hide your face and consider me your enemy?48

49Will you frighten a wind-driven leaf? Will you chase after dry straw?50

51For you record bitter accusations against me and make me inherit the iniquities of my youth.52

53You put my feet in the stocks and stand watch over all my paths, setting a limit for the soles of my feet.54

55A person wears out like something rotten, like a moth-eaten garment.56