Grant me a trial
1 Job answered:
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Today my complaint is again bitter; my strength is weighed down because of my groaning.
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Oh, that I could know how to find him— come to his dwelling place;
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I would lay out my case before him, fill my mouth with arguments,
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know the words with which he would answer, understand what he would say to me.
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Would he contend with me through brute force? No, he would surely listen to me.
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There those who do the right thing can argue with him; I could escape from my judge forever.
God’s hiddenness
8 Look, I go east; he's not there, west, and don't discover him;
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north in his activity, and I don't grasp him; he turns south, and I don't see.
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Surely he knows my way; when he tests me, I will emerge as gold.
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My feet have stayed right in his tracks. I have kept his way and not left it,