My worst fears met; my endless strife; of stable wealth there is but none Was it my fear, my lack of faith; A wrongful praying to the One? My fault I fear; I just knelt wrongly? I earned his anger! Am I not just? Sacrifice pure; Worship proper; why am I now in the dust ? Sat’an prosecutor sayeth: Yahweh’s foolish; Job is fickle! Yahweh’s power, judgment gone? Is he none but Sa’tan’s tool? Sa’tan won before he started? Yahweh lost before he fought? Job’sa flower ripe for plucking? He loves me or loves me not? Then the answer comes from on high; “Silence! Finger over lip! I make waves crash, stars aligning, winds rise up and oceans rip.” Behold my endless gaze, my true love; Pay no heed to noisy Sa’tan Accept! Be Humble! Wisdom cometh; alone together, we’re unshaken. Paul

Is it just a tawdry jest? Don’t God and Satan play a game? Throwing cards and rolling dice— If this is so, our life is lame. Is this a God so small and weak? A despot seeking unearned love? Is Satan gleeful in our pain? Is he laughing from above? The bets are laid; the trap is set. Will Job still love with spirit soiled Servants, cattle, camels dead; Poor old Job is full of boils Blameless, upright Job is dying; health and hearth are gone away All infected, mocked by neighbours; ‘where is justice?’ Hear them say. Job at last speaks, raging loudly; I’ma good man; can’t you see? Curse my life and curse my birthright; why this curse in front of me? Curse my mom’s milk and the sunshine; A coffin is my one true treasure Dig a grave and carve a tomb. Be gone my sadness without measure! Where is joy? Oh, where is my peace? Where’s my guard and my high tower All is gone — this veil of tears; does fickle God have no real power?