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Wbstr JOB Chapter 13

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13 Lo, my eye hath seen all this , my ear hath heard and understood it. 2 What ye know, the same do I know also: I am not inferior to you. 3 Surely I would speak to the Almighty, and I desire to reason with God. 4 But ye are forgers of lies, ye are all physicians of no value. 5 O that ye would altogether hold your peace and it would be your wisdom. 6 Hear now my reasoning, and hearken to the pleadings of my lips. 7 Will ye speak wickedly for God? and talk deceitfully for him? 8 Will ye accept his person? will ye contend for God? 9 Is it good that he should search you out? or as one man mocketh another, do ye so mock him? 10 He will surely reprove you, if ye do secretly accept persons. 11 Shall not his excellence make you afraid? and his dread fall upon you? 12 Your remembrances are like to ashes, your bodies to bodies of clay. 13 Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, and let come on me what will . 14 Why do I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand? 15 Though he shall slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain my own ways before him. 16 He also shall be my salvation: for a hypocrite shall not come before him. 17 Hear diligently my speech, and my declaration with your ears. 18 Behold now, I have ordered my cause; I know that I shall be justified. 19 Who is he that will plead with me? for now, if I hold my tongue, I shall expire. 20 Only do not two things to me: then will I not hide myself from thee. 21 Withdraw thy hand far from me: and let not thy dread make me afraid. 22 Then call thou, and I will answer: or let me speak, and answer thou me. 23 How many are my iniquities and sins? make me to know my transgression and my sin. 24 Why hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thy enemy? 25 Wilt thou break a leaf driven to and fro? and wilt thou pursue the dry stubble? 26 For thou writest bitter things against me, and makest me to possess the iniquities of my youth. 27 Thou puttest my feet also in the stocks, and lookest narrowly to all my paths; thou settest a print upon the heels of my feet. 28 And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth-eaten.

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