I think Job needs new friends. He is in pain and trying to sort out why he is covered in sores and wondering why he was ever born. (That was a great sentence!) Next to him are his 3 amigos. For everything Job has to say one of those smarties comes back with, "you must really have messed up for God to do this to you" or something like that. Get new friends Job. I don't know how much more of them I can take.
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