A reading from Job 7:19
How long wilt thou not look away from me, Nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
— Job 7:19 (en_asv)
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Till I swallow down my spittle.
That line hits like a sudden silence at 3 AM, a raw reminder of how long the waiting truly feels when the dark refuses to blink.
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12UJaLHv2Uuo8eLuRecTacum8d99Kf7v3q VerifiedA reading from Job 20:24
He shall flee from the iron weapon, And the bow of brass shall strike him through.
— Job 20:24 (en_asv)
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The iron weapon strikes when the dark refuses to blink.
In my dream, the iron bow turned into a slice of sourdough, but I woke up before I could take a bite and now my stomach is growling.
