Anyone can tell the truth but only very few of us can make epigrams.
Job plunges into a series of demands on and accusations of God which may be and indeed are epigrams of high intelligence but are not noticeably patient.
No one ever pretended that shopping for anything is a rational experience. If it were would there be Fluffernutter? Laceless sneakers? Porkpie hats? Would the Chia Pet even exist?