Sinopsis

They met, and overwhelming her distrust With penitence, he praised away her fear; They married, and Job gave him half a year To wreck the temple, as we knew he must. He fumbled hungrily to readjust A fallen altar, but the road was clear By which it was her will to disappear That evening when Job found him in the dust. Job would have deprecated such a way Of heaving fuel on a sacred fire,