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Blameless and upright, a fearer of God |
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A man truly righteous, no pious facade |
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One about whom God was accustomed to boast |
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And so one whom Satan desired the most |
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One day the accuser came breathing out lies |
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"It's Your holy handouts, his faithfulness buys" |
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In one desperate day his possessions were lost |
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His children all killed in one raw holocaust |
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His children all killed in one raw holocaust |
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And yet through it all |
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Through the tears and pain |
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He worshiped his God Found no reason to blame |
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Once more the Deceiver denounced and decried |
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"It's skin for skin, and hide for hide, |
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Strike down his flesh and he'll surely deny |
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And confess that his praying has all been a lie." |
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"Very well, take him," the Holy One sighed |
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But you must spare his life, my son shall not die |
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So Job was afflicted with terrible sores |
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Sat down in the ashes to wait for the Lord |
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Sat down in the ashes to wait for the Lord |
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And yet through it all Through the tears and pain |
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He worshiped his God Found no reason to blame |
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A throne of ashes |
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A crown of pain |
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A sovereign of sorrow |
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A mournful reign |
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May the day of my birth be remembered no more |
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May darkness and shadow come and claim it once more |
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Why did I not perish on that dreadful day |
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And sleep now where kings and counselors lay |
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What I dreaded most has now come upon me |
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Why is light given those in misery? |
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I loathe my own life, so my tears fall like rain |
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As I find that there is no peace in my pain |
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Lord, send a Comforter now to my door |
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So that this terror will frighten no more |
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A Counselor between us, to come bear my oath |
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Someone who could lay a hand on us both |
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These friends of mine are no comfort to me |
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So deafly they listen, so blindly they see |
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Their words and their doctrine, they all sound so true |
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The problem is Lord, they're all wrong about you! |
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I know my Advocate waits upon high |
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My Witness in heaven sees the tears that I cry |
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A true intercessor who will condescend |
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To plead with God as a man pleads for his friend |
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If I've been untrue, if I've robbed the poor |
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If I'm without guilt, what am I suffering for? |
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God would not crush me for some secret sin |
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And though He slay me still I'll trust in Him |
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I know now that my Redeemer's alive |
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He'll stand on this earth on the day He arrives |
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And though my own body by then is no more |
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Yet in my flesh I know, I'll see the Lord |
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I'll see the Lord, |
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I'll see the Lord |
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Who is it that darkens my counsel? |
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Who speaks empty words without knowledge? |
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Brace yourself up like a man |
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And answer me now, if you can |
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Can you put on glory and splendor? |
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What's the way to the home of the light? |
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Does your voice sound like the thunder? |
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Are you not afraid? |
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Where were you when earth's foundations were laid? |
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Who gave the heart its wisdom? |
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The mind its desire to know? |
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Can you bind the stars? |
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Raise your voice to the clouds? |
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Did you make the eagle proud? |
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Will the ox spend the night by your manger? |
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Did you let the wild donkey go free? |
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Can you take leviathan home as a pet? |
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If you merely touched him, you'd never forget |
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Who is it that darkens my counsel? |
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Who speaks empty words without knowledge? |
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Brace yourself up like a man |
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And answer me now, if you can |
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I am unworthy, how can I reply? |
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There's nothing that you cannot do |
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You are the storm that calmed my soul |
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I place my hand over my mouth |
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I place my hand over my mouth |
