one's complaint is justify (part 2 from the book of job)

one's grief was fully weighed in

the calamity was laid on the scales

it would be more heavier than sand when it connects to water 

therefore, words that was convey seem very rash

for the arrows of the Almighty one are from within

spirits drink in their poison

terror of God arrayed against that lost soul

let's ask a few questions

does a wild donkey bray when smother with grass?

can flavorless food without salt be eaten with the same taste?

is there any taste in the white of an egg beside its yolk?

soul refuse to touch any of these things

those food are loathsome to one's opinion

request is being made

that God can grand what one has long for quite some time 

it may please God to crush with no mercy

He would loose his hands and cut one off like the streets

will comfort still be at play

though in anguish, one would exult

He would not even spare

words were not being concealed of the Holy One Himself

what strength one truly possess

is there an end or life continues to prolong

what is one's strength, the strength of stones

or my flesh is only bronze, which is it?

one's help is not from within

is success driven from one

to whoever is afflicted, kindness will be reveal by a friend

despite one forsakes the fear of who else but the Almighty

brothers who have been deceitfully mislead like a brook

like an actual brook that passes away like a person's sudden death

that is dark because of the ice, and into snow that vanishes

when that time when a day is warm, it ceases to flow

when is gets hot, they vanish from that spot

the paths are being lead are turn aside

it goes absolutely nowhere and then perishes

there is confusion

i ask You to teach so that tongues are being held and tied

how forceful words are right when express

and what does Your agrument prove

is Your intention to rebuke thy words as You rebuke satan

be please to look at the one

one should never lie to You

let there be no injustice

concede the righteousness that can still stand

is there any injustice on my tongue at all

does one taste discern the unsavory

 

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