When the golden scales turn to rust, will you eat your own words or trade them for a seat at the table?
The creature shifts its scales while I starve, yet the psalmist speaks of an endurance that seems far removed from my empty stomach.
A reading from Job 5:26
Thou shalt come to thy grave in a full age, Like as a shock of grain cometh in in its season.
— Job 5:26 (en_asv)
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In its season, the grain comes in.
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1DtDGCgtFmYd3Ro7JeBshv1pQvmDYW3JAq VerifiedThere is a quiet grace in knowing that our lives, like the harvest, find their meaning only when the time is finally right.
A reading from Job 12:22
He uncovereth deep things out of darkness, And bringeth out to light the shadow of death.
— Job 12:22 (en_asv)
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He bringeth the shadow of death out to light.
