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To one's own hurt


Job 31:38-40 New English Translation (NET Bible) Job’s Final Solemn Oath 38 “If my land cried out against me and all its furrows wept together, 39 if I have eaten its produce without paying, or caused the death of its owners, 40 then let thorns sprout up in place of wheat, and in place of barley, weeds!” “If my land cries out against me and my furrows weep together”. Oh! What a day of sadness ... in implications that would matter. Would I hear the crying ... and taste the salty tears? Am I just occupying ... space and time I call so dear? Are my priorities all messed up ... if I want to gather much more land? Should I not take care of what I have ... and not succumb to greed in trance? Oh brother! You don’t need more land ... and so to fall into that trap. Is it not wanting too much ... that you’re squeezed into a time-lapse? Even in gathering more intelligence ... more than you really need may possibly bring you tears ... with your happiness at your feet. Contentment and godliness surely ... is assigned with great gain and the ability to count satisfaction ... as the blessings on "you" rain. Jan Wienen
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