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

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

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!

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

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

I arrange before Him the cause, And my mouth fill [with] arguments.

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

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