that he would maintain the right of a mortal with God, as one does for a neighbor.
Then call, and I will answer; or let me speak, and you reply to me.
But I would speak to the Almighty, and I desire to argue my case with God.
My friends scorn me; my eye pours out tears to God,
For when a few years have come, I shall go the way from which I shall not return.
O that I had one to hear me! (Here is my signature! Let the Almighty answer me!) O that I had the indictment written by my adversary!
Whatever has come to be has already been named, and it is known what humans are and that they are not able to dispute with those who are stronger.
Woe to those who strive with their Maker, earthen vessels with the potter! Does the clay say to the one who fashions it, “What are you making”? or “Your work has no handles”?
But who indeed are you, a human, to argue with God? Will what is molded say to the one who molds it, “Why have you made me like this?”