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Job's Friends Were Wrong for Asking All These Questions
This chapter forty, the lord says to job, verse two, shall he that contendeth with the almighty instruct him he hat reproveth god. And job responds with, i don't want to say anything. I am vile. What shall i answer? I lay my hand upon my mouth. Jobe essentially responds by zipping his mouth, difficut mos, tis probably a good idea. He says. There is intentionally here a kind of comic element with the degree to which god shows up in this overwhelming, blustering expression of his own power in response to jove's questions. It's just a remarkable layering of all those different dimensions into this experience here