Oh 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 answer You me.
Surely I would speak to the Almighty, and I desire to argue my case before God.
My friends scorn me; my eye pours out tears to God.
For the years that are few will come, and I shall go the way from where I shall not return.
Oh that I had one to hear me! Behold my mark. Let the Almighty answer me, and my Accuser write an indictment.
That which has been is named already, and it is known that he is man. And he is not able to contend with Him who is mightier than he.
Woe to him who fights with the One who formed him, a potsherd among the potsherds of the earth! Shall the clay say to its former, What are you making? Or your work, He has no hands?
No, but, O man, who are you who replies against God? Shall the thing formed say to Him who formed it, Why have you made me this way?