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Job 16
Christian & Gospel
Job 16 was released on December 9, 2021 by STREETLIGHTS as a part of the album Job
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AlbumJob
Release DateDecember 9, 2021
LabelSTREETLIGHTS
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM139

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Streetlights
Streetlights
Performer
Michael Spears
Michael Spears
Actor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Lopez
Aaron Lopez
Composer
Yannick Burklin
Yannick Burklin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yannick Burklin
Yannick Burklin
Mixing Engineer
Moral One
Moral One
Producer

Lyrics

Job chapter 16
Jobs fifth speech: a response to Eliphaz
Then Job spoke again:
I have heard all this before.
What miserable comforters you are!
Won't you ever stop blowing hot air?
What makes you keep on talking?
I could say the same things if you were in my place.
I could spout off criticism and shake my head at you.
But if it were me, I would encourage you. I
Would try to take away your grief.
Instead, I suffer if I defend myself,
And I suffer no less if I refuse to speak.
O God, you have ground me down and devastated my family.
As if to prove I have sinned, you've reduced me to skin and bones.
My gaunt flesh testifies against me.
God hates me and angrily tears me apart.
He snaps his teeth at me and pierces me with his eyes.
People jeer and laugh at me.
They slap my cheek in contempt.
A mob gathers against me.
God has handed me over to sinners.
He has tossed me into the hands of the wicked.
I was living quietly until he shattered me.
He took me by the neck and broke me in pieces.
Then he set me up as his target, and now his archers surround me.
His arrows pierce me without mercy.
The ground is wet with my blood.
Again and again he smashes against me,
Charging at me like a warrior.
I wear burlap to show my grief.
My pride lies in the dust.
My eyes are red with weeping; dark shadows circle my eyes.
Yet I have done no wrong, and my prayer is pure.
O earth, do not conceal my blood.
Let it cry out on my behalf.
Even now my witness is in heaven.
My advocate is there on high.
My friends scorn me,
But I pour out my tears to God.
I need someone to mediate between God and me,
As a person mediates between friends.
For soon I must go down that road from which I will never return
Written by: Aaron Lopez, Yannick Burklin
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