translation_id: asv-eng-asv

book_id: JOB

book: Job

text: Lo, mine eye hath seen all this, Mine ear hath heard and understood it.


text: What ye know, the same do I know also: I am not inferior unto you.


text: Surely I would speak to the Almighty, And I desire to reason with God.


text: But ye are forgers of lies; Ye are all physicians of no value.


text: Oh that ye would altogether hold your peace! And it would be your wisdom.


text: Hear now my reasoning, And hearken to the pleadings of my lips.


text: Will ye speak unrighteously for God, And talk deceitfully for him?


text: Will ye show partiality to him? Will ye contend for God?


text: Is it good that he should search you out? Or as one deceiveth a man, will ye deceive him?


text: He will surely reprove you, If ye do secretly show partiality.


text: Shall not his majesty make you afraid, And his dread fall upon you?


text: Your memorable sayings are proverbs of ashes, Your defences are defences of clay.


text: Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak; And let come on me what will.


text: Wherefore should I take my flesh in my teeth, And put my life in my hand?


text: Behold, he will slay me; I have no hope: Nevertheless I will maintain my ways before him.


text: This also shall be my salvation, That a godless man shall not come before him.


text: Hear diligently my speech, And let my declaration be in your ears.


text: Behold now, I have set my cause in order; I know that I am righteous.


text: Who is he that will contend with me? For then would I hold my peace and give up the ghost.


text: Only do not two things unto me; Then will I not hide myself from thy face:


text: Withdraw thy hand far from me; And let not thy terror make me afraid.


text: Then call thou, and I will answer; Or let me speak, and answer thou me.


text: How many are mine iniquities and sins? Make me to know my transgression and my sin.


text: Wherefore hidest thou thy face, And holdest me for thine enemy?


text: Wilt thou harass a driven leaf? And wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?


text: For thou writest bitter things against me, And makest me to inherit the iniquities of my youth:


text: Thou puttest my feet also in the stocks, And markest all my paths; Thou settest a bound to the soles of my feet:


text: Though I am like a rotten thing that consumeth, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.