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Job.
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Chapter 13.
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“Behold, my eye has seen all this. My ear has heard and understood it.
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What you know, I know also. I am not inferior to you.
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“Surely I would speak to the Almighty. I desire to reason with God.
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But you are forgers of lies. You are all physicians of no value.
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Oh that you would be completely silent! Then you would be wise.
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Hear now my reasoning. Listen to the pleadings of my lips.
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Will you speak unrighteously for God, and talk deceitfully for him?
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Will you show partiality to him? Will you contend for God?
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Is it good that he should search you out? Or as one deceives a man, will you deceive him?
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He will surely reprove you if you secretly show partiality.
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Won’t his majesty make you afraid and his dread fall on you?
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Your memorable sayings are proverbs of ashes. Your defenses are defenses of clay.
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“Be silent! Leave me alone, that I may speak. Let come on me what will.
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Why should I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand?
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Behold, he will kill me. I have no hope. Nevertheless, I will maintain my ways before him.
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This also will be my salvation, that a godless man will not come before him.
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Listen carefully to my speech. Let my declaration be in your ears.
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See now, I have set my cause in order. I know that I am righteous.
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Who is he who will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and give up the spirit.
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“Only don’t do two things to me, then I will not hide myself from your face:
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withdraw your hand far from me, and don’t let your terror make me afraid.
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Then call, and I will answer, or let me speak, and you answer me.
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How many are my iniquities and sins? Make me know my disobedience and my sin.
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Why do you hide your face, and consider me your enemy?
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Will you harass a driven leaf? Will you pursue the dry stubble?
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For you write bitter things against me, and make me inherit the iniquities of my youth.
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You also put my feet in the stocks, and mark all my paths. You set a bound to the soles of my feet,
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though I am decaying like a rotten thing, like a garment that is moth-eaten.
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