Sunday Sermonette: More endless yammering

Again I ' m going to post two chapters today just to try to get this over with. I sincerely apologize, I ' d forgotten how turgid and repetitive this book is. Yet again, Job takes hundreds of words to say that the comforters aren ' t helping and he ' s despairing; and in the next chapter Bildad once again says Job must have done something to deserve this, in hundreds of words. I ' ll just say that it would be impossible to get this drek published today, even in a college literary magazine. I ' m sorry to have to tell you that it goes on and on after this while nothing happens and nothing new is said. Again, if this is the word of God, he badly needs an editor.17 1 My spirit is broken,    my days are cut short,    the grave awaits me.2 Surely mockers surround me;    my eyes must dwell on their hostility.3 “Give me, O God, the pledge you demand.    Who else will put up security for me?4 You have closed their minds to understanding;    therefore you will not let them triumph.5 If anyone denounces their friends for reward,    the eyes of their children will fail.6 “God has made me a byword to everyone,    a man in whose face people spit.7 My eyes have grown dim with grief;    my whole frame is but a shadow.8 The upright are appalled at this;    the innoce...
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