O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleads for his neighbor!
Then call you, and I will answer: or let me speak, and answer you me.
Surely I would speak to the Almighty, and I desire to reason with God.
My friends scorn me: but my eye pours out tears to God.
When a few years are come, then I shall go the way from where I shall not return.
Oh that one would hear me! behold, my desire is, that the Almighty would answer me, and that my adversary had written a book.
That which has been is named already, and it is known that it is man: neither may he contend with him that is mightier than he.
Woe to him that strives with his Maker! Let the potsherd strive with the potsherds of the earth. Shall the clay say to him that fashions it, What make you? or your work, He has no hands?
No but, O man, who are you that reply against God? Shall the thing formed say to him that formed it, Why have you made me thus?