Job 9 Literal Standard Version

91 And Job answers and says: 2 “Truly I have known that [it is] so, || But how is man righteous with God? 3 If he delights to strive with Him—He does not answer him one of a thousand. 4 Wise in heart and strong in power—Who has hardened toward Him and is at peace? 5 Who is removing mountains, || And they have not known, || Who has overturned them in His anger. 6 Who is shaking earth from its place, || And its pillars move themselves. 7 Who is commanding to the sun, and it does not rise, || And the stars He seals up. 8 Stretching out the heavens by Himself, || And treading on the heights of the sea, 9 Making the Great Bear, Orion, and the Pleiades, || And the inner chambers of the south. 10 Doing great things until there is no searching, || And wonderful, until there is no numbering. 11 Behold, He goes over by me, and I do not see, || And He passes on, and I do not attend to it. 12 Behold, He snatches away, who brings it back? Who says to Him, What [are] You doing? 13 God does not turn back His anger, || Proud helpers have bowed under Him. 14 How much less do I answer Him? Choose out my words with Him? 15 Whom, though I were righteous, I do not answer, || For my judgment I make supplication. 16 Though I had called and He answers me, I do not believe that He gives ear [to] my voice. 17 Because He bruises me with a storm, || And has multiplied my wounds for nothing. 18 He does not permit me to refresh my spirit, || But fills me with bitter things. 19 If of power, behold, the Strong One; And if of judgment—who convenes me? 20 If I am righteous, my mouth declares me wicked; [If] I am perfect, it declares me perverse. 21 I am perfect; I do not know my soul, I despise my life. 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.”