5152. WARHORSE

WARHORSE

Twas God who said, to Job and his 3 erstwhile

friends : 'Where wast thou when I laid the

foundations of the earth?...When the morning stars

sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for

joy?' Mis-translation most likely. I can't believe a

word. The timing and the tense is all screwed up.

Those sons were there already, when he laid the 

foundations? No? Were they then singing after the 

fact? Too much for me to carry or to bear. Sorry.

Then the warhorse part  -  this God of goodness,

going on already about a Warhorse, killer, 

death-delivering steed? What pray tell is with

all that? 'Hast thou given the horse strength? Hast

thou clothed his neck with thunder? Canst thou

make him afraid as a grasshopper? The glory of

his nostril is terrible. He paweth in the valley, and

rejoiceth in his strength : he goeth on to meet the

armed men...He swalloweth the ground with fierceness

and rage : neither believeth he that it is the sound of the

trumpet. He saith among the trumpeters, Ha, ha! and he

smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains,

and the shouting.' Thus saith the Lord, it sayeth here.

It does not work for me, and I will not accept. Man

was far too simple and too small, in those days then, 

if they would willingly believe these things.