Surely I would speak to the Almighty, and I desire to reason with God.
I would seek unto God, and unto God would I commit my cause:
Put me in remembrance: let us contend together: state your case, that you may be proved right.
Produce your case, says the LORD; bring forth your strong reasons, says the King of Jacob.
There is none to plead your cause, that you may be bound up: you have no healing medicines.
Woe unto him that strives with his Maker! Let the potsherd strive with the potsherds of the earth. Shall the clay say to him that fashions it, What do you make? or of your work, He has no hands?
If he will contend with him, he cannot answer him one of a thousand.
For he is not a man, as I am, that I should answer him, and we should come together in trial.