My days have passed away, my
thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my
heart.
They have turned night into day,
and after darkness I hope for light again.
If I wait hell is my house, and I have
made my bed in darkness.
I have said to rottenness; thou art
my father; to worms, my mother and
my sister.
Where is now then my expectation,
and who considereth my patience?
All that I have shall go down into
the deepest pit: Thinkest thou that there
at least I shall have rest?
Job 17: 11 - 16
Monday, May 30, 2005
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3 comments:
shudder, shudder
And if by shudder, shudder, you mean awesome, awesome - then I agree.
No, I don't mean awesome. So we disagree
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