Then Eli stood up, not wanting His many expended thoughts to go unheard, for he found them of value to be shared.
“Listen to me my wise brothers. For the ear sorts out what might be contemplative and grave. Our brother Job sayeth that he is innocent before God, and yet he is denied justice.
He says though I am right before Heaven, I am considered as one who has lied. He says he stands guiltless with an incurable wound in his shoulder.
What man is like Job who drinks down sorrow and gall and scorn like men drink water?
Indeed? He must keep company with evildoers. For doeth God in heaven allow such suffering and misery to the obedient?
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