“Gird up thy loins now like a man”
Thundered a voice from the whirlwind
Pace yourself with your words for your counsel is without knowledge
Forward your steps in thy presence
Presents, I will not accept
behold for I am the gift maker of statues of living clay
My wrath kindled against them
Dust is of them delivered
And what of thy faith?
“Gird up now thy loins like a man and I will demand of thee”
Once have you spoken?
But thou arms are not like mines
Are you more just-then-in?
Avoid showers of iniquities
Stay inside these 3 days of pour
What befell upon you was a result of wages to boastful for thy mention
“Gird up thy loins now like a man” no more
Let it be known what assuages your grief will be lifted
3 Cycles will also be prevented
In the end
I’ll double all that I have taken**
In the end
to my leg you will fasten
Excerpts from The Book of Job , King James Version
JOB 40:7-8
JOB 38: 3
JOB 40:7-8
**or you’re missing depending on intepretation
