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1 - Lo, all--hath mine eye seen, Heard hath mine ear, and it attendeth to it.

2 - According to your knowledge I have known--also I. I am not fallen more than you.

3 - Yet I for the Mighty One do speak, And to argue for God I delight.

4 - And yet, ye <FI>are<Fi> forgers of falsehood, Physicians of nought--all of you,

5 - O that ye would keep perfectly silent, And it would be to you for wisdom.

6 - Hear, I pray you, my argument, And to the pleadings of my lips attend,

7 - For God do ye speak perverseness? And for Him do ye speak deceit?

8 - His face do ye accept, if for God ye strive?

9 - Is <FI>it<Fi> good that He doth search you, If, as one mocketh at a man, ye mock at Him?

10 - He doth surely reprove you, if in secret ye accept faces.

11 - Doth not His excellency terrify you? And His dread fall upon you?

12 - Your remembrances <FI>are<Fi> similes of ashes, For high places of clay your heights.

13 - Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me doth what?

14 - Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?

15 - Lo, He doth slay me--I wait not! Only, my ways unto His face I argue.

16 - Also--He <FI>is<Fi> to me for salvation, For the profane cometh not before Him.

17 - Hear ye diligently my word, And my declaration with your ears.

18 - Lo, I pray you, I have set in order the cause, I have known that I am righteous.

19 - Who <FI>is<Fi> he that doth strive with me? For now I keep silent and gasp.

20 - Only two things, O God, do with me: Then from Thy face I am not hidden.

21 - Thy hand put far off from me, And Thy terror let not terrify me.

22 - And call Thou, and I--I answer, Or--I speak, and answer Thou me.

23 - How many iniquities and sins have I? My transgression and my sin let me know.

24 - Why dost Thou hide Thy face? And reckonest me for an enemy to Thee?

25 - A leaf driven away dost Thou terrify? And the dry stubble dost Thou pursue?

26 - For Thou writest against me bitter things, And causest me to possess iniquities of my youth:

27 - And puttest in the stocks my feet, And observest all my paths, On the roots of my feet Thou settest a print,

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