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: O that ye would altogether hold your peace! and it should be your wisdom.


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


text: Will ye speak wickedly for God? and talk deceitfully for him?


text: Will ye accept his person? will ye contend for God?


text: Is it good that he should search you out? or as one man mocketh another, do ye so mock him?


text: He will surely reprove you, if ye do secretly accept persons.


text: Shall not his excellency make you afraid? and his dread fall upon you?


text: Your remembrances are like unto ashes, your bodies to bodies of clay.


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


text: Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in mine hand?


text: Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him.


text: He also shall be my salvation: for an hypocrite shall not come before him.


text: Hear diligently my speech, and my declaration with your ears.


text: Behold now, I have ordered my cause; I know that I shall be justified.


text: Who is he that will plead with me? for now, if I hold my tongue, I shall give up the ghost.


text: Only do not two things unto me: then will I not hide myself from thee.


text: Withdraw thine hand far from me: and let not thy dread 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 break a leaf driven to and fro? and wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?


text: For thou writest bitter things against me, and makest me to possess the iniquities of my youth.


text: Thou puttest my feet also in the stocks, and lookest narrowly unto all my paths; thou settest a print upon the heels of my feet.


text: And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth eaten.