King James VersionJob9

Job

1 Then Job an­swered and said, 2 I know it is so of a truth: but how should man be just with God? 3 If he will con­tend with him, he can­not an­swer him one of a thou­sand. 4 He is wise in heart, and mighty in strength: who hath hard­ened himself against him, and hath pros­pered? 5 Which re­moveth the moun­tains, and they know not: which over­tur­neth them in his anger. 6 Which shaketh the earth out of her place, and the pil­lars there­of trem­ble. 7 Which com­man­deth the sun, and it riseth not; and sealeth up the stars. 8 Which alone spread­eth out the heav­ens, and tread­eth upon the waves of the sea. 9 Which maketh Arc­turus, Ori­on, and Pleiades, and the cham­bers of the south. 10 Which doeth great things past find­ing out; yea, and won­ders with­out num­ber. 11 Lo, he goeth by me, and I see him not: he pas­seth on al­so, but I per­ceive him not. 12 Be­hold, he taketh away, who can hin­der him? who will say unto him, What doest thou? 13 If God will not with­draw his anger, the proud helpers do stoop un­der him. 14 How much less shall I an­swer him, and choose out my words ­to reason with him? 15 Whom, though I were righ­teous, yet would I not an­swer, but I would make sup­pli­ca­tion to my judge. 16 If I had called, and he had an­swered me; yet would I not be­lieve that he had hear­kened unto my voice. 17 For he breaketh me with a tem­pest, and mul­ti­pli­eth my wounds with­out cause. 18 He will not suf­fer me to take my breath, but fil­leth me with bit­ter­ness. 19 If I speak of strength, lo, he is strong: and if of judg­ment, who shall set me a time ­to plead? 20 If I jus­ti­fy my­self, mine own mouth shall con­demn me: if I say, I am per­fect, it shall also prove me per­verse. 21 Though I were per­fect, yet would I not know my soul: I would de­spise my life. 22 This is one thing, there­fore I said it, He de­stroyeth the per­fect and the wicked. 23 If the scourge slay sud­den­ly, he will laugh at the tri­al of the in­no­cent. 24 The 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 Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good. 26 They are passed away as the swift ships: as the ea­gle that hasteth to the prey. 27 If 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 If I be wicked, why then labour I in vain? 30 If I wash my­self with snow wa­ter, and make my hands nev­er so clean; 31 Yet shalt thou plunge me in the ditch, and mine own clothes shall ab­hor me. 32 For he is not a man, as I am, that I should an­swer him, and we should come to­geth­er in judg­ment. 33 Nei­ther is there any daysman be­twixt us, that might lay his hand upon us both. 34 Let him take his rod away from me, and let not his fear ter­ri­fy me: 35 Then would I speak, and not fear him; but it is not so with me.