| Chapter 13 | 
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Lo, my eye hath seen all this, my ear hath heard and understood it.  | 
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What ye know, the same do I know also: I am not inferior to you.  | 
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Surely I would speak to the Almighty, and I desire to reason with God.  | 
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But ye are forgers of lies, ye are all physicians of no value.  | 
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O that ye would altogether hold your peace and it would be your wisdom.  | 
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Hear now my reasoning, and hearken to the pleadings of my lips.  | 
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Will ye speak wickedly for God? and talk deceitfully for him?  | 
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Will ye accept his person? will ye contend for God?  | 
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Is it good that he should search you out? or as one man mocketh another, do ye so mock him?  | 
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He will surely reprove you, if ye do secretly accept persons.  | 
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Shall not his excellence make you afraid? and his dread fall upon you?  | 
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Your remembrances are like to ashes, your bodies to bodies of clay.  | 
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Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, and let come on me what will.  | 
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Why do I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand?  | 
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Though he shall slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain my own ways before him.  | 
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He also shall be my salvation: for a hypocrite shall not come before him.  | 
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Hear diligently my speech, and my declaration with your ears.  | 
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Behold now, I have ordered my cause; I know that I shall be justified.  | 
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Who is he that will plead with me? for now, if I hold my tongue, I shall expire.  | 
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Only do not two things to me: then will I not hide myself from thee.  | 
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Withdraw thy hand far from me: and let not thy dread make me afraid.  | 
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Then call thou, and I will answer: or let me speak, and answer thou me.  | 
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How many are my iniquities and sins? make me to know my transgression and my sin.  | 
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Why hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thy enemy?  | 
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Wilt thou break a leaf driven to and fro? and wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?  | 
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For thou writest bitter things against me, and makest me to possess the iniquities of my youth.  | 
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Thou puttest my feet also in the stocks, and lookest narrowly to all my paths; thou settest a print upon the heels of my feet.  | 
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And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth-eaten.  |