My friends are full of words: my eye poureth out tears to God.
He that shall be, his name is already called: and it is known, that he is man, and cannot contend in judgment with him that is stronger than himself.
O man, who art thou that repliest against God? Shall the thing formed say to him that formed it: Why hast thou made me thus?
Woe to him that gainsayeth his maker, a shard of the earthen pots. Shall the clay say to him that fashioneth it: What art thou making, and thy work is without hands?
Who would grant me a hearer, that the Almighty may hear my desire; and that he himself that judgeth would write a book,
Call me, and I will answer thee: or else I will speak, and do thou answer me.
But yet I will speak to the Almighty: and I desire to reason with God.
For, behold, my witness is in heaven: and he that knoweth my conscience is on high.
And O that a man might so be judged with God, as the son of man is judged with his companion!