13:1 Lo, all -- hath mine eye seen, Heard hath mine ear, and it attendeth to it.

13:2 According to your knowledge I have known -- also I. I am not fallen more than you.

13:3 Yet I for the Mighty One do speak, And to argue for God I delight.

13:4 And yet, ye [are] forgers of falsehood, Physicians of nought -- all of you,

13:5 O that ye would keep perfectly silent, And it would be to you for wisdom.

13:6 Hear, I pray you, my argument, And to the pleadings of my lips attend,

13:7 For God do ye speak perverseness? And for Him do ye speak deceit?

13:8 His face do ye accept, if for God ye strive?

13:9 Is [it] good that He doth search you, If, as one mocketh at a man, ye mock at Him?

13:10 He doth surely reprove you, if in secret ye accept faces.

13:11 Doth not His excellency terrify you? And His dread fall upon you?

13:12 Your remembrances [are] similes of ashes, For high places of clay your heights.

13:13 Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me doth what?

13:14 Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?

13:15 Lo, He doth slay me -- I wait not! Only, my ways unto His face I argue.

13:16 Also -- He [is] to me for salvation, For the profane cometh not before Him.

13:17 Hear ye diligently my word, And my declaration with your ears.

13:18 Lo, I pray you, I have set in order the cause, I have known that I am righteous.

13:19 Who [is] he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.

13:20 Only two things, O God, do with me: Then from Thy face I am not hidden.

13:21 Thy hand put far off from me, And Thy terror let not terrify me.

13:22 And call Thou, and I -- I answer, Or -- I speak, and answer Thou me.

13:23 How many iniquities and sins have I? My transgression and my sin let me know.

13:24 Why dost Thou hide Thy face? And reckonest me for an enemy to Thee?

13:25 A leaf driven away dost Thou terrify? And the dry stubble dost Thou pursue?

13:26 For Thou writest against me bitter things, And causest me to possess iniquities of my youth:

13:27 And puttest in the stocks my feet, And observest all my paths, On the roots of my feet Thou settest a print,