| 1 | Lo, all -- hath mine eye seen, Heard hath mine ear, and it attendeth to it. |
| 2 | According to your knowledge I have known -- also I. I am not fallen more than you. |
| 3 | Yet I for the Mighty One do speak, And to argue for God I delight. |
| 4 | And yet, ye [are] forgers of falsehood, Physicians of nought -- all of you, |
| 5 | O that ye would keep perfectly silent, And it would be to you for wisdom. |
| 6 | Hear, I pray you, my argument, And to the pleadings of my lips attend, |
| 7 | For God do ye speak perverseness? And for Him do ye speak deceit? |
| 8 | His face do ye accept, if for God ye strive? |
| 9 | Is [it] good that He doth search you, If, as one mocketh at a man, ye mock at Him? |
| 10 | He doth surely reprove you, if in secret ye accept faces. |
| 11 | Doth not His excellency terrify you? And His dread fall upon you? |
| 12 | Your remembrances [are] similes of ashes, For high places of clay your heights. |
| 13 | Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me doth what? |
| 14 | Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand? |
| 15 | Lo, He doth slay me -- I wait not! Only, my ways unto His face I argue. |
| 16 | Also -- He [is] to me for salvation, For the profane cometh not before Him. |
| 17 | Hear ye diligently my word, And my declaration with your ears. |
| 18 | Lo, I pray you, I have set in order the cause, I have known that I am righteous. |
| 19 | Who [is] he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp. |
| 20 | Only two things, O God, do with me: Then from Thy face I am not hidden. |
| 21 | Thy hand put far off from me, And Thy terror let not terrify me. |
| 22 | And call Thou, and I -- I answer, Or -- I speak, and answer Thou me. |
| 23 | How many iniquities and sins have I? My transgression and my sin let me know. |
| 24 | Why dost Thou hide Thy face? And reckonest me for an enemy to Thee? |
| 25 | A leaf driven away dost Thou terrify? And the dry stubble dost Thou pursue? |
| 26 | For Thou writest against me bitter things, And causest me to possess iniquities of my youth: |
| 27 | And puttest in the stocks my feet, And observest all my paths, On the roots of my feet Thou settest a print, |
| 28 | And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him. |
