O that one might plead for a man with Eloah, as a man with his neighbour!
Then call, and let me answer; or let me speak, and You reply to me.
But I would speak to the Almighty, and I delight to reason with Ě
My friends are they that scorn me; my eyes pour out tears to Eloah.
When a few years are past, then I shall go the way of no return.
Who would give me a hearing? See, my signature, let the Almighty answer me, and let my accuser write a bill!
Whatever shall be, has already been named, and it is known that he is son of Aḏ
“Woe to him who strives with his Maker! (a potsherd with the potsherds of the earth). Does clay say to him who forms it, ‘What are you making?’ Or your handiwork say, ‘He has no hands’?
But who are you, O man, to talk back to Elohim? Shall that which is formed say to him who formed it, “Why have you made me like this?”