“So how could I ever argue with him,construct a defense that would influence God?Even though I’m innocent I could never prove it;I can only throw myself on the Judge’s mercy.If I called on God and he himself answered me,then, and only then, would I believe that he’d heard me.As it is, he knocks me about from pillar to post,beating me up, black-and-blue, for no good reason.He won’t even let me catch my breath,piles bitterness upon bitterness.If it’s a question of who’s stronger, he wins, hands down!If it’s a question of justice, who’ll serve him the subpoena?Even though innocent, anything I say incriminates me;blameless as I am, my defense just makes me sound worse.