The Search for a Mediator

Job 9:25-35

“Now my days are swifter than a runner. They flee away, they see no good,

They have passed away as the swift ships, as the eagle that swoops on the prey.

If I say, ‘I will forget my complaint, I will put off my sad face, and cheer up;’

I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that you will not hold me innocent.

I shall be condemned. Why then do I labor in vain?

If I wash myself with snow, and cleanse my hands with lye,

yet you will plunge me in the ditch. My own clothes shall abhor me.

For he is not a man, as I am, that I should answer him, that we should come together in judgment.

There is no umpire between us, that might lay his hand on us both.

Let him take his rod away from me. Let his terror not make me afraid;

then I would speak, and not fear him, for I am not so in myself.