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¹ Lo! all this , hath mine own eye seen, - Mine ear hath heard and understood it:² Just as ye know, I too, know, I, fall not short, of you.³ But indeed, I, unto the Almighty, would speak, and, to direct my argument unto GOD, would I be well pleased.⁴ For, in truth, ye, do besmear with falsehood, Worthless physicians, all of you!⁵ Oh that ye would, altogether held your peace, and it should serve you for wisdom!⁶ Hear, I pray you, the argument of my mouth, and, to the pleadings of my lips, give heed: - ⁷ Is it, for God, ye would speak perversely? And, for him, would ye speak deceit:⁸ Even, for him, would ye be partial? Or, for GOD, would ye so plead?⁹ Would it be well, when he searched you out? Or, as one might jest with a mortal, would ye jest, with him?¹⁰ He will, severely rebuke, you, if ye are secretly partial.¹¹ Shall not, his majesty, overwhelm you? and, the dread of him, fall upon you?¹² Are not your memorable sayings, proverbs of ashes? Breastworks of clay, your breastworks?

¹³ Quietly let me alone, that, I, may speak out, then let come on me, what may.¹⁴ In any case, I will take up my flesh in my teeth, and, my life, will I put in my hand:¹⁵ Lo! he may slay me, yet , for him, will I wait, - Nevertheless, my ways - unto his face, will I show to be right:¹⁶ Even he, will be on my side - unto salvation, For, not before his face, shall any impious person come.¹⁷ Hear ye patiently my speech, and be my declaration in your ears.¹⁸ Lo! I pray you, I have set forth in order a plea, I know that, I, shall be found right.¹⁹ Who is it that shall contend with me? For, now, if I should hold my peace, why! I should breathe my last!²⁰ Only, two things, do thou not with me, then, from thy face, will I not hide me: - ²¹ Thy hand - from off me, take thou far away, and, thy terror, let it not startle me!²² Then call thou, and, I, will answer, Or I will speak, and reply thou unto me.

²³ How many are mine iniquities and sins? My transgression and my sin, let me know!²⁴ Wherefore, thy face, shouldst thou hide? Or count me, as an enemy to thee?²⁵ A driven leaf, wilt thou cause to tremble? Or, dry stubble, wilt thou pursue?²⁶ For thou writest, against me, bitter things, and dost make me inherit the iniquities of my youth;²⁷ And thou dost put - in the stocks - my feet, and observest all my paths, Against the roots of my feet, thou dost cut out a bound;²⁸ And, a man himself, as a rotten thing, weareth out, as a garment which the moth hath eaten.