The Search for a Mediator

Job 9:25-35

My days pass on more swiftly than a runner; they flee without seeing anything good.

They skim by like skiffs built of reeds, like an eagle swooping down on its prey.

"If I say, 'I'll forget my complaining, I'll put off my sad face and be cheerful,'

then I'm still afraid of all my pain, and I know you will not hold me innocent.

I will be condemned, so why waste my efforts?

Even if I washed myself in melted snow and cleansed my hands with lye,

you would plunge me into the muddy pit, till my own clothes would detest me.

"For he is not merely human like me; there is no answer that I could give him if we were to come together in court.

There is no arbitrator between us who could lay his hand on us both.

If he would remove his rod from me and not let his terrors frighten me,

then I would speak without fear of him; for when I'm alone, I'm not afraid.