Though I were perfect, I do not regard myself. I despise my life.
There was a man in the land of Uz whose name was Job, and that man was perfect and upright, and one who feared God, and turned away from evil.
He who trusts in his own heart is a fool, but he who walks wisely, he shall be delivered.
And why do thou not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? For now I shall lay down in the dust, and thou will seek me diligently, but I shall not be.
Because if our heart should condemn us, that God is greater than our heart, and knows all things.
for I know nothing on myself. Yet I have not been made righteous in this, but he who appraises me is Lord.
Even that it would please God to crush me, that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
Whom, though I were righteous, yet I would not answer. I would make supplication to my judge.
although thou know that I am not wicked. And there is none that can deliver out of thy hand?
I am as a man who is a laughing-stock to his neighbor. I who called upon God, and he answered. The just, the perfect man is a laughing-stock.
Behold now, I have set my case in order. I know that I am righteous.
I am clean, without transgression. I am innocent, neither is there iniquity in me.