If only Job had known that his words would be inscribed in a Book, and would last so long, outlasting him by thousands of years!
Oh that my words were written!
Oh that they were inscribed in a book!
Oh that with an iron pen and lead
they were engraved in the rock forever!
For I know that my Redeemer lives,
and at the last he will stand upon the earth.
And after my skin has been thus destroyed,
yet in my flesh I shall see God,
whom I shall see for myself,
and my eyes shall behold, and not another.
My heart faints within me!
Job 19:23-27 ESV
Now, if only these tremendous words had been put to music. Oh, wait, they have!
