How much less shall I answer him, And choose my words to argue with him?
But will God in very deed dwell on the earth? behold, heaven and the heaven of heavens can't contain you; how much less this house that I have built!
I would set my cause in order before him, and fill my mouth with arguments.
There the upright might reason with him, so I should be delivered forever from my judge.
How much less man, who is a worm, the son of man, who is a worm!*
If you can, answer me. Set your words in order before me, and stand forth.
Teach us what we shall tell him, for we can't make our case by reason of darkness.
How much more, those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth!
If he is pleased to contend with him, he can't answer him one time in a thousand.
For he is not a man, as I am, that I should answer him, that we should come together in judgment.