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, 13:28 And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.