human
Thus cried Job unto his revilers, 'Suffer me that I may speak, and after that I have spoken, mock on.' His penetrating tones reached every one in the grove. Some who had risen to leave, sat down, curious to know what manner of man this might be; but many more, after a moment's hesitation, started off again. He then cried in still louder tone,
gpt
And now, friends, you are doubtless beset with curiosity as to who this strange fellow in butternut jeans and cowhide shoes may be; but it mattereth not who he is, whence he came, or whither he goeth. The message, not the man, is the important thing.
human
The multitude of them that believed were of one heart and one soul, and