Oh, that a man might plead with God as he pleads with his neighbor!
Whatever exists was named long ago, and it is known what man is; but he cannot contend with one stronger than he.
Woe to him who quarrels with his Maker—one clay pot among many. Does the clay ask the potter, ‘What are you making?’ Doe
But who are you, O man, to talk back to God? Shall what is formed say to Him who formed it, “Why did You make me like th
(Oh, that I had one to hear me! Here is my signature. Let the Almighty answer me; let my accuser compose an indictment.
Then call me, and I will answer, or let me speak, and You can reply.
Let Him remove His rod from me, so that His terror will no longer frighten me.
Yet I desire to speak to the Almighty and argue my case before God.
If only I knew where to find Him, so that I could go to His seat.
And the LORD said to Job: