Oh, that I had one to hear me! (Here is my signature! let the Almighty answer me!) Oh, that I had the indictment written by my adversary!
Surely I would carry it on my shoulder; I would bind it on me as a crown;
I would give him an account of all my steps; like a prince I would approach him.
"If my land has cried out against me, and its furrows have wept together;
if I have eaten its yield without payment, and caused the death of its owners;
let thorns grow instead of wheat, and foul weeds instead of barley." The words of Job are ended.