Job 13 in Puritan & Reformed Writings

[1] Lo, mine eye hath seen all this, mine ear hath heard and understood it. [2] What ye know, the same do I know also: I am not inferior unto you. [3] Surely I would speak to the Almighty, and I desire to reason with God. [4] But ye are forgers of lies, ye are all physicians of no value. [5] O that ye would altogether hold your peace! and it should be your wisdom. [6] Hear now my reasoning, and hearken to the pleadings of my lips. [7] Will ye speak wickedly for God? and talk deceitfully for him? [8] Will ye accept his person? will ye contend for God? [9] Is it good that he should search you out? or as one man mocketh another, do ye so mock him? [10] He will surely reprove you, if ye do secretly accept persons. [11] Shall not his excellency make you afraid? and his dread fall upon you? [12] Your remembrances are like unto ashes, your bodies to bodies of clay. [13] Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, and let come on me what will. [14] Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in mine hand? [15] Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him. [16] He also shall be my salvation: for an hypocrite shall not come before him. [17] Hear diligently my speech, and my declaration with your ears. [18] Behold now, I have ordered my cause; I know that I shall be justified. [19] Who is he that will plead with me? for now, if I hold my tongue, I shall give up the ghost. [20] Only do not two things unto me: then will I not hide myself from thee. [21] Withdraw thine hand far from me: and let not thy dread make me afraid. [22] Then call thou, and I will answer: or let me speak, and answer thou me. [23] How many are mine iniquities and sins? make me to know my transgression and my sin. [24] Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemy? [25] Wilt thou break a leaf driven to and fro? and wilt thou pursue the dry stubble? [26] For thou writest bitter things against me, and makest me to possess the iniquities of my youth. [27] 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. [28] And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth eaten.