“Will the faultfinder contend with the Almighty? Let him who argues with God give an answer.”
“For who has known the mind of the Lord, so as to instruct Him?” But we have the mind of Christ.
Whom did He consult to enlighten Him, and who taught Him the paths of justice? Who imparted knowledge to Him and showed
“Who has known the mind of the Lord? Or who has been His counselor?”
Why do you complain to Him that He answers nothing a man asks?
The One who vindicates Me is near. Who will dare to contend with Me? Let us confront each other! Who has a case against
Woe to him who quarrels with his Maker—one clay pot among many. Does the clay ask the potter, ‘What are you making?’ Doe
One of you will say to me, “Then why does God still find fault? For who can resist His will?”
On receiving their pay, they began to grumble against the landowner.
If one wished to contend with God, he could not answer Him one time out of a thousand.
“What do you people mean by quoting this proverb about the land of Israel: ‘The fathers have eaten sour grapes, and the
For He would crush me with a tempest and multiply my wounds without cause.
Why is light given to the miserable, and life to the bitter of soul,
For then You would count my steps, but would not keep track of my sin.
“As surely as God lives, who has deprived me of justice—the Almighty, who has embittered my soul—
Does it please You to oppress me, to reject the work of Your hands and favor the schemes of the wicked?
Are we trying to provoke the Lord to jealousy? Are we stronger than He?
Withdraw Your hand from me, and do not let Your terror frighten me.
Why is life given to a man whose way is hidden, whom God has hedged in?
then understand that it is God who has wronged me and drawn His net around me.
You have ruthlessly turned on me; You oppose me with Your strong hand.
Why did I not perish at birth; why did I not die as I came from the womb?
Am I the sea, or the monster of the deep, that You must keep me under guard?
God has delivered me to unjust men; He has thrown me to the clutches of the wicked.
Whatever exists was named long ago, and it is known what man is; but he cannot contend with one stronger than he.
For He is not a man like me, that I can answer Him, that we can take each other to court.
If I sinned, You would take note, and would not acquit me of my iniquity.
Will You never look away from me, or leave me alone to swallow my spittle?