22 It is the same thing, therefore I said, || He is consuming the perfect and the wicked.

23 If a scourge puts to death suddenly, He laughs at the trial of the innocent.

24 Earth has been given || Into the hand of the wicked. He covers the faces of her judges, || If not—where, who [is] he?

25 My days have been swifter than a runner, || They have fled, they have not seen good,

26 They have passed on with ships of reed, || As an eagle darts on food.

27 Though I say, I forget my talking, || I forsake my corner, and I brighten up!

28 I have been afraid of all my griefs, || I have known that You do not acquit me.

29 I become wicked; why [is] this? I labor [in] vain.

30 If I have washed myself with snow-water, || And purified my hands with soap,

31 Then You dip me in corruption, || And my garments have detested me.

32 But if a man like myself—I answer Him, || We come together into judgment.

33 If there were a mediator between us, || He places his hand on us both.

34 He turns aside His rod from off me, || And His terror does not make me afraid,

35 I speak, and do not fear Him, but I am not right with myself.”

Job 9:22-35, Literal Standard Version. Copyright © 2020 Covenant Press.
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