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Job Continues: You Are Not Listening to Me
1 “My eye has certainly seen all of this!
My ear has heard and understood it.
2 After all, I know it as well as you do.
I am not inferior to you.
3 However, I want to speak to the Almighty,
and I wish to argue my case in front of God.
4 But you are smearing me with lies.
All of you are worthless physicians.
5 I wish you would keep silent.
For you, that would be wisdom.
6 Please listen to my argument,
and pay attention to my plea.
Your Wisdom Misrepresents God
7 “Will you talk wickedly for God
and talk deceitfully on his behalf?
8 Will you favor him
⌞as⌟ if you were arguing in court on God’s behalf?
9 Will it go well when he cross-examines you?
Will you try to trick him as one mortal tricks another?
10 Will he really defend you
if you secretly favor ⌞him⌟?
11 Doesn’t his majesty terrify you?
Doesn’t the fear of him fall upon you?
12 “Your recollections are worthless proverbs.* Or “proverbs of ashes.”
Your answers are absolutely useless.† Or “are just answers of clay.”
13 Be quiet, because I want to speak.
Let whatever may happen to me ⌞happen⌟!
14 I am biting off more than I can chew
and taking my life in my own hands.
15 If God would kill me, I would have no hope ⌞left⌟.‡ Or “If God would kill me, I would still have hope.”
Nevertheless, I will defend my behavior to his face.
16 This also will be my salvation
because no godless person could face him.
Job Speaks to God
17 “Listen carefully to my words.
Hear my declaration.
18 I have prepared my case.
I know that I will be declared righteous.
19 Who can make a case against me?
If someone could, I’d be silent and die.
20 “Please don’t do two things to me
so that I won’t have to hide from you:
21 Stop oppressing me.
Don’t let your terror frighten me.
22 Then call, and I’ll answer.
Otherwise, I’ll speak, and you’ll answer me.
23 How many crimes and sins have I committed?
Make me aware of my disobedience and my sin.
24 Why do you hide your face ⌞from me⌟ and consider me your enemy?
25 Are you trying to make a fluttering leaf tremble
or trying to chase dry husks?
26 You write down bitter accusations against me.
You make me suffer for the sins of my youth.
27 You put my feet in shackles.
You follow my trail by engraving marks on the soles of my feet.
28 I am like worn-out wineskins,
like moth-eaten clothes.