Who can keep from speaking?
You’ve encouraged many, Job
You strengthened weakest hands
and you helped the fallen man to stand
Now it’s come to you
A man who dwells in a house of clay
who’s foundation is dust
who’s crushed before the moth
In visions of the night
when the world is fast asleep
I could feel my shaking bones
my bristled hair it stood on end
a spirit past before my face
I could not discern its form
but the shape was standing still
there was silence, then a voice
Now it’s come to you
A man who dwells in a house of clay
who’s foundation is dust
who’s crushed before the moth
Unseen he dies
Call now!
Is there anyone who will answer you?
Anger slays the foolish
Jealousy kills the simple
Affliction never comes from the dust
trouble does not sprout from the ground
For man is born for trouble
as sparks fly upward
As for me, I would seek
I would place my cause before Him
Who does great and unsearchable things
wonders without number
Consider the joy of the man made right
For though He wounds, He also relieves
He strikes, but His hands also heal
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