Whispers of Another Moon

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April 25, 2007 at 5:15 pm (Musings)

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Job's hope in God; he expects rest in death

"My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart. They have turned night into day, and after darkness I hope for light again. If I wait hell is my house, and I have made my bed in darkness. I have said to rottenness: thou art my father; to worms, my mother and my sister. Where is now then my expectation, and who considereth my patience? All that I have shall go down into the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there at least I shall have rest?"

Job 17:11-16 dv.
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