31 God would still push me into the slime pit, and even my clothes would hate to touch me.
32 God is not a human like me, so I cannot argue with him. I cannot take him to court.
33 I wish there were someone who could listen to both sides, someone to judge both of us in a fair way.
34 I wish someone could take away the threat of God’s punishment. Then he would not frighten me anymore.