Sunday, November 15, 2009

Job 30:26-31 (New International Version)

Yet when I hoped for good, evil came;
when I looked for light, then came darkness.

The churning inside me never stops;
days of suffering confront me.

I go about blackened, but not by the sun;
I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.

I have become a brother of jackals,
a companion of owls.

My skin grows black and peels;
my body burns with fever.

My harp is tuned to mourning,
and my flute to the sound of wailing.


2 comments:

  1. "I have become a brother of jackals, a companion of owls." Well. I don't really know what sort of insight I could add to that, but I really really like it, its poetic simplicity.

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  2. I agree. I think that line was the best out of all.

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