Job 30:22-24 New English Translation (NET Bible)

22 You pick me up on the wind and make me ride on it;
you toss me about in the storm.
23 I know that you are bringing me to death,
to the meeting place for all the living.

 

Is the world is not worthy of heroes in faith?

Why than is it always so peaceful in church?

Where are the crusaders to meet face to face?

Are they not the light to expose the curse?

 

Why existence is called: “alive and well”?

Does not death bring life to the surface?

Is not the grave an expression of hell?

For the dark-flesh its appointed purpose

 

In true life death has no power

In death in-self there is no trace of life

In total darkness there are no showers

And in God’s blessings there is no strife

 

Is the flesh only provided for the negative?

Is its call not a “living death?”

Or is it an embrace for the positive?

So the “dying life” can stay in bed

 

Jan Wienen