1 Behold all mine eye saw, and mine ear heard, and it will understand for it 2 According to your knowledge I knew also: I fall not more than you. 3 But I will speak to the Almighty; I shall delight to plead before God. 4 And on the contrary, ye devise falsehood; physicians all of you for nothing. 5 Who will give silence? Ye shall be silent, and it shall be to you for wisdom.
6 Hear now my proof, and attend. to the pleadings of my lips. 7 Will ye speak wickedness for God? and will ye speak deceit to him? 8 Will ye accept his face? will ye contend for God? 9 Is it good that he shall search you out?, or as he mocking against a man; will ye mock against him? 10 Reproving, he will reprove you if in secret ye lift up faces. 11 Shall not his majesty make you afraid? and his terror fall upon you? 12 Your remembrances being likened to ashes, your backs to backs of clay.
13 Be silent from me and I will speak what shall pass upon me. 14 For what shall I lift up my flesh in my teeth, and shall I put my soul in my hand? 15 If he shall slay me shall I not hope? only I will prove my ways to his face. 16 Also he is to me for salvation for a profane one shall not come before him. 17 Hearing, hear ye my words, and my declaration in your ears. 18 Behold now I set in order judgment; I knew that I shall be justified. 19 Who is he will contend with me? for now shall I be silent and expire;
20 Only two things thou wilt not do with me: then I shall not hide from thy face. 21 Remove thy hand far from me, and thy terror shall not make me afraid. 22 And call and I will answer, and I shall speak, and turn thou to me. 23 How many iniquities and sins to me? make known to me my transgression and my sin. 24 Why wilt thou hide thy face, and reckon me for an enemy to thee? 25 Wilt thou terrify the scattered leaf? and wilt thou pursue the dry straw? 26 For thou wilt write bitter things against me; and thou wilt give me to inherit the iniquities of my youth. 27 And thou wilt set my feet in the stocks, and thou wilt watch all my paths; thou wilt dig round the roots of my feet
28 And he as rottenness will fall away; as a garment the moth ate it.