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Job Chapter 29
Job continued, "Oh for yesterday, how I long for the years gone by when God cared for me. When His lamp was upon me when I walked through the darkness. Oh, for the days of my prime when God preserved me and blessed my house. When He was with me as a friend and my children were about me. When I walked in abundance, my path was drenched in butter and the rock poured out rivers of olive oil for me. When I went out to the gate of the city and took my seat in the public square, the young men saw me and stepped aside and the old men rose and stood up in respect. The princes stood in silence and laid their hands upon their mouths. The nobles kept their peace as if their tongue had cleaved to the roof of their mouth. Those who heard me speak blessed me and those who saw me gave witness to me, because I rescued the poor when they cried out for help and the fatherless who had none to help him. I came to help those who were ready to perish and I caused the widow's heart to sing for joy. I put on righteousness as my clothing, justice was my robe, judgment my turban. I was eyes unto the blind and I was as feet to the lame. I was a father to the poor and those I knew not, the stranger in my midst. I took up their case and searched out the truth. I broke the jaws of the wicked and rescued the victims from their fangs. In those times I thought I would die at home in peace, that indeed the days of my life were without number. My roots ran deep down into the water and dew lay all night upon my branches. My glory was fresh in me and my bow was renewed daily in my hand. People listened, they waited in silence to hear the words I spoke. And after I spoke, they spoke no more for my council satisfied them. And they waited for me as the rain and drank in my words. When I smiled upon them, they scarcely believed it for the light of my face encouraged and lifted them up. I looked after their ways and sat as an honored chief, as a king over an army. I was a comforter to all that mourned."

Job Chapter 30
"But they that are younger than me hold me in contempt. Those who's fathers I would have disdained. Of what use would the strength of their hands profit me? They are outcasts living in famine and hunger, roaming in a wilderness of desolation. They feed off the leaves of the mallow plant and they eat juniper roots as meat. Men drove them away shouting after them, as if they were thieves. Now they dwell among the cliffs and valleys in dark caves among the rocks. They bray like animals among the bushes huddled together for shelter under the nettles. They were children of fools, yea, children of base men. They were more vile than the earth itself. And now I am the subject of their song, I am a byword to them. They abhor me and flee from me, they ridicule me and spit in my face. Because God has cut me lose and afflicted me, they now show no restraint before me. They rise up against me, these young men, and push me off my feet. They rise up against me to aid in my destruction. They block my path and strive to hasten my calamity. There is none of mercy among them to help me. They came upon me as a flood of desolation, wave after breaking wave they came. Terror surrounds me. They have driven my soul into the wind and my prosperity and welfare is but now a passing cloud. And now my soul is broken and poured out before me. The days of my affliction have taken hold upon me. My bones ache when I lie down to sleep and the night brings no rest to my body. By the agony of my disease my appearance is changed as a garment. God has cast me into the mire and I am now but dust and ashes. I cry out to thee, oh God, but you do not hear me. I stand before you, but you regard me not. You have become cruel to me and set your strong hand against me. You have thrown me to the wind and dissolved my substance. I know that you will drive me to death. Why is it Lord, that you will not stretch out your hand to save me from the grave? Did I not weep for those who were in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the poor? Though I did what was right and worked to do good, evil came upon me. Though I waited for light, darkness came upon me. I can find no rest for my affliction prevents it. I am in mourning without the light of the sun. I stand in the midst of the congregation and cry out before you. I am a brother to dragons and a companion to owls who haunt the night. My skin is black with disease and my bones burn with pain. My heart has turned to the sounds of mourning and my voice is now a voice of tears."

Job Chapter 31
"I made a covenant that I would not look upon a young maiden with lust for I knew God is there observing from above and the inheritance he portions out to those who do evil. Is not destruction in store for the wicked? Does not God see my ways and count every step I take? If I have walked with vanity or if my feet have hastened to lie and deceive, let me be weighed in the scales of justice. If I have stepped out of the path of righteousness and if my heart has followed after my eyes to evil and if any blot of wickedness is upon my hands, then let me sow but let another eat of the harvest. Yea, let my children be rooted out and driven from the land. If my heart has been deceived with lust for a woman or if I have laid in wait at my neighbors door to do evil, then let my wife be given to another man. Let him take her as his own. For this is a heinous crime, a sin to be punished by the judges. For it is a fire that consumes to destruction. If I have been unfair to my man servant or maid servant in the way I have treated them, what then can I say when God rises up? And if he visits me, how then shall I answer him? Did not God make us both the same? Did not God create all as equal? If I had withheld from giving to the poor or caused the widow to suffer, or if I have eaten alone allowing the orphans to go hungry. But we have always cared for orphans, I have been as a father to them. Caring for them as one of my own children. If I have seen any person perish for lack of clothing or any of the poor without shelter, if I failed to provide them with clothing or the fleece of my sheep to give them warmth. If I have raised my hand to do evil to an orphan when they stood at my gate for help, then let my arm be wrenched from my shoulder blade and may it be broken from the bone. For I would much prefer that then the judgement and punishment of God, which is a terror to me. If I have placed my hope in gold and have made gold my confidence, if I have rejoiced because my wealth was great, if I have beheld the sun when it shined or the moon in it's brightness and my heart hath been secretly enticed to raise my hand to worship them, then this iniquity should be punished by the judges, for I had denied the God that is above. If I have rejoiced at the destruction of one who hated me or been self righteous when evil came upon him or sinned by wishing a curse upon him by the words of my mouth. Neither have I caused the men of my tabernacle to seek revenge on me because of ill treatment. The stranger did not sleep in the street, and I opened my doors and took in the traveler. Or if I was like Adam and tried to hide my sin in my heart because of fear of the contempt of others. Oh, that anyone would hear me, my desire is that the Almighty would answer me and that mine adversary would bring his charges against me in writing before God. I would take it upon my own shoulders and treasure it like a crown. Then I would present my side of the story, all the steps I have taken. I would be like a prince, someone he would listen to. If my land cries out against me or likewise if I have eaten stolen fruit or have murdered the owners to obtain it, let thistles grow instead of wheat and cockle instead of barley."
Job finished speaking.