Return, I pray you, let there be no injustice; Yea, return again, my cause is righteous.
But return ye, all of you, and come now: And I shall not find a wise man among you.
Then shall ye return and discern between the righteous and the wicked, between him that serveth God and him that serveth him not.
Wherefore I abhor myself, and repent In dust and ashes.
For Job hath said, I am righteous, And God hath taken away my right:
But he knoweth the way that I take; When he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold.
If I be wicked, woe unto me; And if I be righteous, yet shall I not lift up my head; Being filled with ignominy And looking upon mine affliction.
I am as one that is a laughing-stock to his neighbour, A man that called upon God, and he answered him: The just, the perfect man is a laughing-stock.
Behold now, I have ordered my cause; I know that I am righteous.
Know now that God hath subverted me in my cause, And hath compassed me with his net.
Then Job answered the LORD, and said,