POWRÓT HIOBA | JOB'S RETURN |
Anna Kamie![]() | trans. Tomasz P.Krzeszowski & Desmond Graham |
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Job didn't die didn't throw himself under a train wasn't slaughtered behind wire wasn't blown through the chimney despair didn't kill him he rose from everything poverty filth scabies loneliness How much more real a dead Job would be even after death threatening the God of pain with fists But Job survived washed from his body blood sweat ulcers and lay down in his own regained home New friends already hastened new wife blowing new love into his mouth new children grew with silken hair so Job could lay his hands on their heads new oxen sheep asses bellowed banged with new ropes in stables knelt down on straw But the happy Job was too weak to be happy lest with his second happiness he betrays happiness lest with his new life he betrays life Wouldn't it be better for you Job to rot in the lost paradise with the dead than now to wait for their nightly call in dreams they enter envy your life Wouldn't it be better for you Job to become carrion as carrion you are ulcers washed off your hands your face have bitten deep in heart and liver You shall die Job Wouldn't it be better to have died with others in one pain and mourning than now to leave new happiness Among new people redundant like a prick of conscience you walk in darkness in darkness wrapped you've suffered through pain now suffer through happiness And Job stubbornly whispered Lord Lord |
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