The Book of Job: ”Yet Will I Trust in Him”
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Job and Job Had It Worse Than You
Job: My face is foul with weeping. And on my eyelids is the shadow of death. Isaiah described it as his vis age was so marred more than any man. There's the bitter cup that could not be taken from him. He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant. Oh, the son of god was crushed under the weight of the father's plan. and i can almost hear job's words in the voice of jesus. 15, i have sewed sackcloth upon my skin. Sew it to your own skin. I defiled my horn in the dust. Other translations, i buried my brow in the dust
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