And these three men cease from answering Job, for he `is' righteous in his own eyes,
I say unto God, `Do not condemn me, Let me know why Thou dost strive `with' me.
For Thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is no deliverer from Thy hand.
Lo, He doth slay me -- I wait not! Only, my ways unto His face I argue.
Lo, I pray you, I have set in order the cause, I have known that I am righteous.
For thy mouth teacheth thine iniquity, And thou chooseth the tongue of the subtile.
Is not thy wickedness abundant? And there is no end to thine iniquities.
There the upright doth reason with Him, And I escape for ever from my judge.
Surely -- thou hast said in mine ears, And the sounds of words I hear:
`Pure `am' I, without transgression, Innocent `am' I, and I have no iniquity.
Dost thou also make void My judgment? Dost thou condemn Me, That thou mayest be righteous?
Turn back, I pray you, let it not be perverseness, Yea, turn back again -- my righteousness `is' in it.