"And now you're all just like them, aren't you? You see my terror and are terrified.

"Isn't a man forced to labor on earth? Aren't his days like the days of a hired hand?

Aren't my days few? Cease then. Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,

Look, if God doesn't trust his holy ones, if even the heavens aren't pure as he looks at them,

You have reproached me ten times. You aren't ashamed that you attack me.

Why are you chasing me, as God has been doing? Aren't you satisfied that I'm sick?

Isn’t your wickedness abundant
and aren’t your iniquities endless?

"Why aren't times laid up by the Almighty? Why don't those who know him see his days?

Behold, even the moon isn't bright, and the stars aren't pure in his eyes.

"The aged aren't always wise, nor do the elderly always understand justice.

"You aren't right about this; My response is that God is greater than human beings.

"Observe the heavens! Take a look around! Look! The clouds are higher than you, aren't they?

Who ordained his path for him, and who has asked him, "You are wrong, aren't you?'

"The wings of the ostrich flap joyously, but aren't its pinions and feathers like the stork?