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Job 27 Closing Arguments
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This is the 25th in a series of 40 poems I wrote based on the book of Job. This is from Job 27, Job's final speech. Open your Bible, read along and let me know your thoughts!
I will never give up my claim to be right
Job continued speaking:
As God lives, in his might, who's denied me my right,
by Shaddai, my soul's bitterness grows;
for as long as I breathe in this air I'll believe
its God's breath that remains in my nose.
I will speak, as I must — but I won't be unjust,
and my tongue will not utter a lie.
But, with all due respect, I don't think you're correct;
and I'll maintain this truth till I die.
In my innocence — know I will never let go;
a clear conscience, for me, is a must.
Let my enemy be like the wicked to me;
my opponent be like the unjust.
For what hope yet remains of the godless men’s gains
once their lives have been taken away?
Does their sorrowful cry reach the ears of Shaddai?
Does God listen to them when they pray?
Do they take their delight in God's infinite might?
Do they seek him whenever they feel?
I'll explain in detail how God's hand does not fail,
and there's nothing that I will conceal.
But you cannot ignore — you’ve seen all this before,
what nonsensical things you believe!
Here's the wicked man's lot that Almighty has wrought,
and the heirloom the ruthless receive.
Though their children are great they will share the same fate:
for the famine and sword they were born.
A pandemic will thrive on the ones that survive,
and their widows will not even mourn.
Though the silver he keeps has been stacked up on heaps,
and his clothes are like piles of dust,
now the righteous men wear robes he never would share,
and his wealth is possessed by the just.
His home's fragile as one that a spider has spun,
like a hut made of twigs from a tree.
For the rich go to bed counting wealth in their head,
but awake just as poor as can be.
Terror strikes like a flood and fear curdles his blood;
swept away like a storm in the night.
Once the east wind has blown, they will find he was thrown
far away — he'll be lost from their sight.
He'll be battered and bruised, without mercy, abused;
try to flee from the power of God.
Men will be overjoyed that this man was destroyed,
and derisively jeer and applaud.
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