Job, Chapter 13

(1) Lo, mine eye hath seen all this, mine ear hath heard and understood it. (2) What ye know, the same do I know also: I am not inferior unto you. (3) Surely I would speak to the Almighty, and I desire to reason with God. (4) But ye are forgers of lies, ye are all physicians of no value. (5) O that ye would altogether hold your peace! and it should be your wisdom. (6) Hear now my reasoning, and hearken to the pleadings of my lips. (7) Will ye speak wickedly for God? and talk deceitfully for him? (8) Will ye accept his person? will ye contend for God? (9) Is it good that he should search you out? or as one man mocketh another, do ye so mock him? (10) He will surely reprove you, if ye do secretly accept persons. (11) Shall not his excellency make you afraid? and his dread fall upon you? (12) Your remembrances are like unto ashes, your bodies to bodies of clay. (13) Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, and let come on me what will. (14) Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in mine hand? (15) Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him. (16) He also shall be my salvation: for an hypocrite shall not come before him. (17) Hear diligently my speech, and my declaration with your ears. (18) Behold now, I have ordered my cause; I know that I shall be justified. (19) Who is he that will plead with me? for now, if I hold my tongue, I shall give up the ghost. (20) Only do not two things unto me: then will I not hide myself from thee. (21) Withdraw thine hand far from me: and let not thy dread make me afraid. (22) Then call thou, and I will answer: or let me speak, and answer thou me. (23) How many are mine iniquities and sins? make me to know my transgression and my sin. (24) Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemy? (25) Wilt thou break a leaf driven to and fro? and wilt thou pursue the dry stubble? (26) For thou writest bitter things against me, and makest me to possess the iniquities of my youth. (27) Thou puttest my feet also in the stocks, and lookest narrowly unto all my paths; thou settest a print upon the heels of my feet. (28) And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth eaten.

A Random Prayer...

Blessing of the Harvest

Our help is in the name of the Lord. Who has made heaven and earth. The Lord be with you. And with your spirit. Almighty Lord God, You keep on giving abundance to men in the dew of heaven, and food out of the richness of the soil. We give thanks to Your most gracious majesty for the fruits of the field which we have gathered. We beg of You, in Your mercy, to bless our harvest, which we have received from Your generosity. Preserve it, and keep it from all harm. Grant, too, that all those whose desires You have filled with these good things may be happy in Your protection. May they praise Your mercies forever, and make use of the good things that do not last in such a way that they may not lose those goods that are everlasting, through Christ our Lord. R. Amen.

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