How much less do I -- I answer Him? Choose out my words with Him?
But, is it true? -- God dwelleth on the earth! lo, the heavens, and the heavens of the heavens do not contain Thee, how much less this house which I have builded!
I arrange before Him the cause, And my mouth fill `with' arguments.
There the upright doth reason with Him, And I escape for ever from my judge.
How much less man -- a grub, And the son of man -- a worm!
If thou art able -- answer me, Set in array before me -- station thyself.
Let us know what we say to Him, We set not in array because of darkness.
Also -- the inhabitants of houses of clay, (Whose foundation `is' in the dust, They bruise them before a moth.)
If he delight to strive with Him -- He doth not answer him one of a thousand.
But if a man like myself -- I answer him, We come together into judgment.