Job 31:38-40 

38 “If my land cried out against me
and all its furrows wept together,
39 if I have eaten its produce without paying,
or caused the death of its owners,
40 then let thorns sprout up in place of wheat,
and in place of barley, weeds!”

“If my land cries out against me and my furrows weep together”.

Oh! What a day of sadness ... in implications that would matter.

Would I hear the crying of others... and taste their salty tears?

Am I just occupying space ... in emptiness of things I call so dear?

Are my priorities all messed up ... if I want to gather much more land?

Should I not take care of what I have ... and not succumb to greed in trance?

Oh brother! You don’t need any more land ... and fall into that trap.

It can be in gathering anything ... that you’re squeezed totally flat.

Even in gathering more intelligence ... more than you really need

May possibly bring you tears ... with your happiness at your feet.

Contentment and godliness surely ... is assigned to be great gain

And the ability to count satisfaction ... enjoying dancing in the rain.

Jan Wienen