A satirical conversation in blank verse, purporting to be the 43rd chapter of the Book of Job. The talk takes place between Job, God, Job's wife, with a few comments at the end contributed by the Devil. The whole thing is a jibe at reason (a bit sephrie, one might feel -- if the author were not Robert Frost) -- at the Bible -- at the Church. It does not cut much below the surface and is rather pointless. One cannot help but feel that Frost himself does it with tongue in cheek and does not intend it to be taken as a serious contribution to his works.