Lyrics:

Satan called upon the Lord

'I must perform a test

To prove that fath in God

Is contingent on being blessed'



One of the richest men of the second millennium

Job was stripped of all his wealth

Three daughters and seven sons

He tore his robe

And shaved his head

Fell to the ground, worshipped God and said:



I was neked when I came here

I'll be naked when I leave here

The Lord gave it

So He can take it

All away



Satan called upon the Lord

'Give me one more test

Grant that I may strike his flesh

And at you he'll shake his fist'



From head to toe black boils

Were pregnant on his skin

His breath was super roached

Stomach caving in

Detested and forsaken by family and friends

His wife said, 'Curse your God

And let yourself be dead!'



I didn't ask you

If I could come here

So I cannot ask the

Condition that I leave here

I don't remember

Planning my existence

But why have you forsaken me?



Rewarded for his faithfulness

Job was give back his wealth

Twice the riches as before

Then God gave His discourse:



Where were you when I

Laid the foundations

Dug the oceans

And set its limits?

Were you around when I

Plotted constellations?

Answer me!



He who puts the Lord on trial

Puts himself on the stand