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