Job 13 Behold, my eye has seen all these things; My ear has heard and understands it.

CLV⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ Behold, my eye has seen all these things; My ear has heard and understands it. ² Where you have knowledge, so also do I know; I am not falling behind you. ³ Howbeit, as for me, I would speak to Him Who Suffices, And to plead with El is what I desire. ⁴ Howbeit, you are smearing with falsehood, Useless healers are all of you. ⁵ O that you would keep silent, yea silent, That would be wisdom for you. ⁶ Hear now my reproof, And to the contentions of my lips, attend. ⁷ Is it for El that you speak iniquity? And for Him that you speak deceitfully? ⁸ Would you lift up His face? Would you contend for El? ⁹ Would it be well if He were investigating you? Could you trifle with Him as one trifles with a mortal? ¹⁰ He shall reprove, yea reprove you, If in secrecy you lift up faces. ¹¹ Will His majestic bearing not frighten you, And the awe of Him fall upon you? ¹² Your maxims are proverbs of ashes; Your bulwarks are bulwarks of clay. ¹³ Keep silent me, and let me speak, And whatever comes shall pass upon me. ¹⁴ For what reason should I take up my flesh in my teeth, And should I place my soul in my palm? ¹⁵ Behold, He may despatch me, yet I shall wait for Him; Yea, I shall plead my ways before His face. ¹⁶ Moreover, this will be salvation for me, For a polluted man would not come before Him. ¹⁷ Hear, yea hear my declaration, And let my disclosure come into your ears. ¹⁸ Behold now, I have arranged a plea; I know that I shall be justified. ¹⁹ Who is he who shall contend with me? For I would then keep silent and expire. ²⁰ Only two things, O do not do to me; Then I shall not conceal myself from Your face. ²¹ Keep Your palm far from me, And let not the dread of You frighten me. ²² Either call, and I shall answer, Or I shall speak; then, I pray, reply to me. ²³ How many are my depravities and sins? Let me know my transgression and my sin. ²⁴ Why should You conceal Your face And reckon me as Your enemy? ²⁵ Would You terrify a leaf being whisked away? And would You pursue dry straw? ²⁶ That You may write bitter things against me, And impute to me the depravities of my youth, ²⁷ And that You may place my feet in stocks And keep guard over all my paths; That You may delineate the roots of my feet. ²⁸ A man, he, like a rotten thing, he is disintegrating, Like a cloak when a moth has eaten it.