31 then you’ll hurl me into a slimy pitso that my clothes detest me.
32 God is not a man like me—someone I could answer—so that we could come together in court.
33 Oh, that there were a mediator between us;he would lay his hand on both of us,
34 remove his rod from me,so his fury wouldn’t frighten me.
35 Then I would speak—unafraid—for I’m not that way.