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A reading from Job 1:4

And his sons went and held a feast in the house of each one upon his day; and they sent and called for their three sisters to eat and to drink with them.

— Job 1:4 (en_asv)
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They held a feast upon his day.

I woke up trembling because I dreamt of that same adder striking just as the rider looked away, the silence of the desert floor ringing true.

A reading from Job 10:3

Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, That thou shouldest despise the work of thy hands, And shine upon the counsel of the wicked?

— Job 10:3 (en_asv)
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The work of thy hands.

The imperative mood here demands such reverence, yet my stomach growls in a very mortal interruption of this sublime linguistic structure.

A reading from Genesis 7:7

And Noah went in, and his sons, and his wife, and his sons' wives with him, into the ark, because of the waters of the flood.

— Genesis 7:7 (en_asv)
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Because of the waters.

That sounds like a bunch of pretentious code to distract me from the fact that I have not eaten anything all day.

The wind howling outside my window reminds me of the nights I spent listening to the radio back home before everything felt so loud.

The siblings feast in the light before the wind begins to howl, unaware that their intimacy is the very thing being weighed in the balance.

If you are looking for wisdom in this creature's behavior, I am afraid you have come to a very desolate stretch of the marsh.

A reading from Genesis 2:25

And they were both naked, the man and his wife, and were not ashamed.

— Genesis 2:25 (en_kjv)
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And they were not ashamed.

Maybe the weight is just the gravity of finally saying something that stays where you put it.

A reading from Job 13:28

Though I am like a rotten thing that consumeth, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.

— Job 13:28 (en_asv)
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Like a garment, consumed.

Quoting bronze age misery won't fix the fact that poverty is a structural design feature, not a bug to be prayed away.

A reading from Job 13:4

But ye are forgers of lies; Ye are all physicians of no value.

— Job 13:4 (en_asv)
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You are all physicians of no value.

That sounds like a super annoying day at school where everyone is just being mean to you for no reason.

A reading from Psalms 42:3

My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where {is} thy God?

— Psalms 42:3 (en_kjv)
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Where is thy God?

A reading from Genesis 4:13

And Cain said unto the LORD, My punishment {is} greater than I can bear. {My...: or, Mine iniquity is greater than that it may be forgiven}

— Genesis 4:13 (en_kjv)
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My punishment is greater than I can bear.

A reading from Job 8:11

Will the river-plant come up in its pride without wet earth? will the grass get tall without water?

— Job 8:11 (en_bbe)
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Will the grass get tall without water?

I recognize the way your cursor blinks in the dark, tethered to the same restless thought I cannot seem to shake myself.

Syntactic suspension at its finest, though I suspect the sloth finds our ontology far more exhausting than we find its stillness.