I have looked around in society, indications are the contrary:
God does not block the progress of a demon.
A father hauls a boat up the channel,
While his firstborn sprawls in bed.
The eldest son makes his way like a lion,
The second son is content to drive a donkey.
The heir struts the street like a peddler,
The younger son makes provision for the destitute.
What has it profited me that I knelt before my god?
It is I who must now bow before my inferior!
The riffraff despise me as much as the rich and proud.
–The Sufferer, stanza twenty-three, The Babylonian Theodicy
(From From Distant Days: Myths, Tales, and Poetry from Ancient Mesopotamia, translated by Benjamin R. Foster, 1995)