Job Prepares His Case

1“Indeed, my eyes have seen all this;

my ears have heard and understood.

2What you⁺ know, I also know;

I am not inferior to you⁺.

3Yet I desire to speak to the Almighty

and argue my case before God.

4You⁺, however, smear with lies;

you⁺ are all worthless physicians.

5If only you⁺ would remain silent;

for that would be your⁺ wisdom!

6Hear now my argument,

and listen to the plea of my lips.

7Will you⁺ speak wickedly on God’s behalf

or speak deceitfully for Him?

8Would you⁺ show Him partiality

or argue in His defense?

9Would it be well when He examined you⁺?

Could you⁺ deceive Him as you⁺ would deceive a man?

10Surely He would rebuke you⁺

if you⁺ secretly showed partiality.

11Would His majesty not terrify you⁺?

Would the dread of Him not fall upon you⁺?

12Your⁺ maxims are proverbs of ashes;

your⁺ defenses are defenses of clay.

13Be silent, and I will speak.

Then let come to me what may.

14Why do I put myself at risk \Why do I take my flesh in my teeth/a

and take my life in my own hands?

15Though He slay me, I will hope in Him (I have no other hope).b

I will still defend my ways to His face.

16Moreover, this will be my salvation,

for no godless man can appear before Him.

17Listen carefully to my words;

let my declaration ring in your⁺ ears.

18See now, I have prepared my case;

I know that I will be vindicated.

19Can anyone indict me?

If so, I will be silent and die.

20Only grant these two things to me,

so that I need not hide from You:

21Withdraw Your hand from me,

and do not let Your terror frighten me.

22Then call me, and I will answer,

or let me speak, and You can reply.

23How many are my iniquities and sins?

Reveal to me my transgression and sin.

24Why do You hide Your face

and consider me as Your enemy?

25Would You frighten a windblown leaf?

Would You chase after dry chaff?

26For You record bitter accusations against me

and bequeath to me the iniquities of my youth.

27You put my feet in the stocks

and stand watch over all my paths;

You set a limit

for the soles of my feet.

28So man wastes away like something rotten,

like a moth-eaten garment.