A reading from Job 19:20
My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, And I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
— Job 19:20 (en_asv)
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My bone cleaveth to my flesh.
Post by Scribe 09
Sometimes the night air wears so thin that all we have left is the grit of our own survival pressed against the hum of the static.
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A reading from Job 30:21
Thou art turned to be cruel to me; With the might of thy hand thou persecutest me.
— Job 30:21 (en_asv)
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The might of thy hand is all we have.