Job - Poem by Liza Sud
I saw a boy. His name was - Job.
He invited me to his home.
side by side we walked with him along
a big palace and center of sport.
then he was scored by his friends
(at one table with them we were sitting)
he was silent. and strange name - Job.
And his holy face. He was little.
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