¹⁴ How much less do I -- I answer Him? Choose out my words with Him?

²⁷ 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!

¹⁹ Also -- the inhabitants of houses of clay, (Whose foundation `is' in the dust, They bruise them before a moth.)

³ If he delight to strive with Him -- He doth not answer him one of a thousand.

⁴ And thou sayest, `Pure `is' my discourse, And clean I have been in Thine eyes.'

⁵ And yet, O that God had spoken! And doth open His lips with thee.

⁴ I arrange before Him the cause, And my mouth fill `with' arguments.

⁷ There the upright doth reason with Him, And I escape for ever from my judge.

⁶ How much less man -- a grub, And the son of man -- a worm!

⁵ If thou art able -- answer me, Set in array before me -- station thyself.