Job 13

Coverdale^{(i) 1} Lo, all this haue I sene with myne eye, herde with myne eare, & vnderstonde it. ² Loke what ye knowe, that same do I knowe also, nether am I inferior vnto you. ³ Neuerthelesse I am purposed to talke with the Allmightie, and my desyre is to comon with God. ⁴ As for you, ye are workmasters of lyes: and vnprofitable Phisicians alltogether. ⁵ Wolde God ye kepte youre tonge, that ye might be taken for wyse men. ⁶ Therfore heare my wordes, and pondre the sentence of my lippes. ⁷ Will ye make answere for God with lyes, and mateyne him with disceate? ⁸ Wil ye accepte ye personne of God, and intreate for him? ⁹ Shal that helpe you, when he calleth you to rekenynge? Thynke ye to begyle him, as a man is begyled? ¹⁰ Punysh you shall he and reproue you, yf ye do secretly accepte eny personne. ¹¹ Shall he not make you afrayed, when he sheweth himself? Shal not his terrible feare fall vpo you? ¹² youre remembraunce shalbe like the dust, & youre pryde shalbe turned to claye. ¹³ Holde youre tonges now, and let me speake, for there is some thinge come in to my mynde. ¹⁴ Wherfore do I beare my flesh in my teth, and my soule in myne hondes? ¹⁵ Lo, there is nether coforte ner hope for me, yf he wil slaye me. But yf I shewe and reproue myne owne wayes in his sight, ¹⁶ he is euen the same, that maketh me whole: and why? there maye no Ypocrite come before him, ¹⁷ Heare my wordes, and pondre my sayenges with youre eares. ¹⁸ Beholde, though sentence were geuen vpon me, I am sure to be knowne for vngilty. ¹⁹ What is he, that will go to lawe with me? For yf I holde my tonge, I shal dye. ²⁰ Neuerthelesse graunte me ij. thinges, and then will I not hyde my self from the. ²¹ Withdrawe thine honde fro me, & let not the fearfull drede of the make me afrayed. ²² And then sende for me to the lawe, yt I maye answere for my self: or els, let me speake, and geue thou the answere. ²³ How greate are my my?dedes & synnes? Let me knowe my trasgressions & offences. ²⁴ Wherfore hydest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemye? ²⁵ Wilt thou be so cruell & extreme vnto a flyenge leaf, and folowe vpon drye stubble? ²⁶ that thou layest so sharply to my charge, and wilt vtterly vndoo me, for ye synnes of my yougth? ²⁷ Thou hast put my fote in the stockes: thou lokest narowly vnto all my pathes, & marckest the steppes of my fete: ²⁸ where as I (notwithstondinge) must consume like as a foule carion, and as a cloth that is moth eaten.