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