Vintage 2: Job, in the key of…

“Gird up thy loins now like a man”

Thundered a voice from the whirlwind

Pace yourself with your words for your counsel is without knowledge

Forward your steps in thy presence

Presents, I will not accept

behold for I am the gift maker of statues of living clay

My wrath kindled against them

Dust is of them delivered

And what of thy faith?

“Gird up now thy loins like a man and I will demand of thee”

Once have you spoken?

But thou arms are not like mines

Are you more just-then-in?

Avoid showers of iniquities

Stay inside these 3 days of pour

What befell upon you was a result of wages to boastful for thy mention

“Gird up thy loins now like a man” no more

Let it be known what assuages your grief will be lifted

3 Cycles will also be prevented

In the end

I’ll double all that I have taken**

In the end

to my leg you will fasten


Excerpts from The Book of Job , King James Version

JOB 40:7-8

JOB 38: 3

JOB 40:7-8

**or you’re missing depending on intepretation

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