Wen Job hear dat, right den an dea he stan up an rip his clotheses an shave his head fo show he stay sad inside. Den he go down an put his face on top da groun. He tell,
“Wen I come outa my muddah belly,
I stay naked, no mo notting!
Wen I leave dis world,
I no goin get notting!
Da One In Charge give,
An Da One In Charge take away.
I goin talk good bout Da One In Charge
Cuz I know wat kine god him!”
No matta all dis stuff happen, Job no do notting bad. He no talk jalike God do someting wrong.