ECB(i)
1 Behold, my eye sees all, my ear hears and discerns.
2 As to your knowledge, I also know; I am no more fallen than you.
3 Yet I word to Shadday and I desire to reprove El:
4 and yet, you are patchers of falsehoods, you all - worthless healers.
5 Who gives, that in hushing, you hush; that it be your wisdom.
6 I beseech, hear my reproof and hearken to the defence of my lips.
7 Word you wickedness for El? - word deceitfully for him?
8 - lift his face? - contend for El?
9 Is it good that he probe you? As one mocks a man, mock you him?
10 In reproving, he reproves you, if you covertly lift faces.
11 His exaltings, frighten they you not? - his dread falling on you?
12 Your memorials are to ashes, as your backs to backs of clay.
13 Hush, leave me alone to word; and whatever passes over me.
14 Why lift I my flesh in my teeth? - set my soul in my palm?
15 Behold, he severs me, yet I await not; surely I reprove my own ways at his face.
16 Also he is my salvation; for no profaner comes at this face.
17 Hearken! Hear my utterances! - my utterance with your ears.
18 Behold, I beseech, I line up my judgment; I know I am justified.
19 Who contends with me? for now, if I hush, I expire.
20 Only work not these two to me: that I not hide from your face;
21 remove your palm far from me and let not your terror frighten me.
22 And you call and I - I respond; or, I word and you answer me.
23 How many are my perversities and sins? - have me know my rebellion and my sin?
24 Why hide your face and fabricate me for your enemy?
25 Terrify you a dispersed leaf? - pursue the dry stubble?
26 For you inscribe bitternesses against me that I possess the perversities of my youth.
27 You also set my feet in the stocks and guard all my paths; you engrave on the roots of my feet;
28 and as rotteness he wears out as moth eaten clothing.