Choosing My Words With God

Job: How can a man be just before god? One could not answer him once in a thousand times. He crushes me with te tempest and multiplies my wounds without cause. When disaster brings sudden death, he mocks at the calamity of the innocent. If i wash myself with snow and cleanse my hands with lie, yet you will plunge me into the pit. I loathe my life. My days are swifter than a runner. They flee away. They go by like skiffs, reed like an eagle swooping up on the prey. Do you have eyes of flesh? Do you see as man sees? Are your days as the days of man,