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13.15 :Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him;
 * But I will argue my ways before Him.
 * This also shall be my salvation,
 * That a hypocrite cannot come before Him.
 * Hear diligently my speech,
 * And let my declaration be in your ears.
 * Behold now, I have ordered my cause;
 * I know that I shall be justified.
 * Who is he that will contend with me?
 * For then would I hold my peace and die.


 * Only do not two things unto me,
 * Then will I not hide myself from Thee:
 * Withdraw Thy hand far from me;
 * And let not Thy terror make me afraid.
 * Then call Thou, and I will answer;
 * Or let me speak, and answer Thou me.
 * How many are mine iniquities and sins?
 * Make me to know my transgression and my sin.
 * Wherefore hidest Thou Thy face,
 * And holdest me for Thine enemy?
 * Wilt Thou harass a driven leaf?
 * And wilt Thou pursue the dry stubble?
 * That Thou shouldest write bitter things against me,
 * And make me to inherit the iniquities of my youth.
 * Thou puttest my feet also in the stocks,
 * And lookest narrowly unto all my paths;
 * Thou drawest Thee a line about the soles of my feet;
 * Though I am like a wine-skin that consumeth,
 * Like a garment that is moth-eaten.


 * Man that is born of a woman
 * Is of few days, and full of trouble.
 * He cometh forth like a flower, and withereth;
 * He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
 * And dost Thou open Thine eyes upon such a one,
 * And bringest me into judgment with Thee?
 * Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? not one.
 * Seeing his days are determined,
 * The number of his months is with Thee,
 * And Thou hast appointed his bounds that he cannot pass;
 * Look away from him, that he may rest,
 * Till he shall accomplish, as a hireling, his day.


 * For there is hope of a tree,
 * If it be cut down, that it will sprout again,
 * And that the tender branch thereof will not cease.
 * Though the root thereof wax old in the earth,
 * And the stock thereof die in the ground;
 * Yet through the scent of water it will bud,
 * And put forth boughs like a plant.
 * But man dieth, and lieth low;
 * Yea, man perisheth, and where is he?
 * As the waters fail from the sea,
 * And the river is drained dry;
 * So man lieth down and riseth not;
 * Till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake,
 * Nor be roused out of their sleep.