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Unformatted text preview: Elihu came by, but could not make him comfortable. When the flush of tormenting time passing by, The Lord asked him. “Who made this world? Who makes you fight against me?” The righteous Job wrapping in dark clouds, Realized the Lord’s message. “I am as tiny as it gets, Thus, I close my mouth with my hand.” In front of the creator Lord, Be penitent with closed mouth with a hand. Be overfull with open hands with the Lord’s bless....
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