Job 9
1Then Job answered and said,
But how can man be just with God?
He cannot answer him one of a thousand.
Who hath hardened himself against him, and prospered?—
When he overturneth them in his anger;
And the pillars thereof tremble;
And sealeth up the stars;
And treadeth upon the waves of the sea;
And the chambers of the south;
Yea, marvellous things without number.
He passeth on also, but I perceive him not.
Who will say unto him, What doest thou?
The helpers of Rahab do stoop under him.
And choose out my words to reason with him?
I would make supplication to my judge.
Yet would I not believe that he hearkened unto my voice.
And multiplieth my wounds without cause.
But filleth me with bitterness.
And if of justice, Who, saith he, will summon me?
Though I be perfect, it shall prove me perverse.
I despise my life.
He destroyeth the perfect and the wicked.
He will mock at the trial of the innocent.
He covereth the faces of the judges thereof:
If it be not he, who then is it?
They flee away, they see no good.
As the eagle that swoopeth on the prey.
I will put off my sad countenance, and be of good cheer;
I know that thou wilt not hold me innocent.
Why then do I labor in vain?
And make my hands never so clean;
And mine own clothes shall abhor me.
That we should come together in judgment.
That might lay his hand upon us both.
And let not his terror make me afraid:
For I am not so in myself.