Job 13

Bishops(i) 1 Lo, all [this] haue I seene with mine eye, heard with mine eare, and vnderstande it 2 What ye knowe, that same do I know also, neither am I inferior vnto you 3 Neuerthelesse, I talke with the almightie, and my desire is to commune with God 4 As for you, ye are workmaisters of lyes, and vnprofitable phisitians altogether 5 Woulde God ye kept your tongue, for then might ye be taken for wise men 6 Now heare my reasoning, and ponder the argument of my lippes 7 Wyll you speake wickedlie for gods [defence] and talke deceitfully for his [cause? 8 Wyll ye accept the person of him? or wyll ye contende for God 9 Shall that helpe you when he calleth you to reckening? For as one man mocketh an other, so do ye mocke him 10 He shall punishe you, and reproue you, if ye do secretly accept any person 11 Shall not his excellencie make you afrayde? Shall not his terrible feare fall vpon you 12 Your remembraunce is lyke vnto a sparke, and your bodies lyke the claye 13 Holde your tongues for my sake, that I also may speake, and my sorowe shalbe the lesse 14 Wherefore do I beare my fleshe in my teeth, and put my soule in myne handes 15 Lo, though he slay me, yet wyl I trust in him: but I wyll reproue myne owne wayes in his sight 16 He shalbe my saluation: for there may no hypocrite come before him 17 Heare diligently my wordes, and ponder my sayinges with your eares 18 Beholde, now haue I prepared my iudgement, and knowe that I shalbe founde righteous 19 What is he that wyll go to lawe with me? if I now holde my tongue I dye 20 Neuerthelesse, graunt me two thinges, and then wyll I not hide my selfe from thee 21 Withdrawe thyne hande from me, and let not the fearefull dreade of thee make me afrayde 22 Then call, and I wyll aunswere: or let me speake, and geue me then an aunswere 23 How many are my misdeedes and sinnes? let me knowe my transgressions and offences 24 Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thyne enemie 25 Wylt thou breake a leafe driuen to and fro, and wilt thou pursue the drye stubble 26 For thou layest sharply to my charge, and punishest me for the sinnes of my youth 27 Thou puttest my feete also in the stockes, and lokest narowly vnto all my pathes, and makest the print thereof in the heeles of my feete 28 And I as a rotten thing do consume away, as a garment that is moth eaten