O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleads for his neighbor!
Then call, and I will answer: or let me speak, and you answer 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 unto God.
When a few years have come, then I shall go the way 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.
Whatever has been is named already, and it is known that this is man: neither may he contend with him that is mightier than he.
Woe unto 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 do you make? or of your work, He has no hands?
Nay but, O man, who are you that replies against God? Shall the thing formed say to him that formed it, Why have you made me thus?