1 T hen Job answered and said,
2 I know it is so of a truth: but how should man be just with God?
3 I f he will contend with him, he cannot answer him one of a thousand.
4 H e is wise in heart, and mighty in strength: who hath hardened himself against him, and hath prospered?
5 W hich removeth the mountains, and they know not: which overturneth them in his anger.
6 W hich shaketh the earth out of her place, and the pillars thereof tremble.
7 W hich commandeth the sun, and it riseth not; and sealeth up the stars.
8 W hich alone spreadeth out the heavens, and treadeth upon the waves of the sea.
9 W hich maketh Arcturus, Orion, and Pleiades, and the chambers of the south.
10 W hich doeth great things past finding out; yea, and wonders without number.
11 L o, he goeth by me, and I see him not: he passeth on also, but I perceive him not.
12 B ehold, he taketh away, who can hinder him? who will say unto him, What doest thou?
13 I f God will not withdraw his anger, the proud helpers do stoop under him.
14 H ow much less shall I answer him, and choose out my words to reason with him?
15 W hom, though I were righteous, yet would I not answer, but I would make supplication to my judge.
16 I f I had called, and he had answered me; yet would I not believe that he had hearkened unto my voice.
17 F or he breaketh me with a tempest, and multiplieth my wounds without cause.
18 H e will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
19 I f I speak of strength, lo, he is strong: and if of judgment, who shall set me a time to plead?
20 I f I justify myself, mine own mouth shall condemn me: if I say, I am perfect, it shall also prove me perverse.
21 T hough I were perfect, yet would I not know my soul: I would despise my life.
22 T his is one thing, therefore I said it, He destroyeth the perfect and the wicked.
23 I f the scourge slay suddenly, he will laugh at the trial of the innocent.
24 T he earth is given into the hand of the wicked: he covereth the faces of the judges thereof; if not, where, and who is he?
25 N ow my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.
26 T hey are passed away as the swift ships: as the eagle that hasteth to the prey.
27 I f I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and comfort myself:
28 I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that thou wilt not hold me innocent.
29 I f I be wicked, why then labour I in vain?
30 I f I wash myself with snow water, and make my hands never so clean;
31 y et shalt thou plunge me in the ditch, and mine own clothes shall abhor me.
32 F or he is not a man, as I am, that I should answer him, and we should come together in judgment.
33 N either is there any daysman betwixt us, that might lay his hand upon us both.
34 L et him take his rod away from me, and let not his fear terrify me:
35 t hen would I speak, and not fear him; but it is not so with me.