Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him.
-- Job 13:15
My paraphrase:
Though he climb up on a heavenly bell-tower and pull out his honking BIG sniper rifle, train it on me among all other targets and aim not at my head or chest (which will kill me instantly) but instead at my stomach so the round will cause my intestines to rupture and burst, then compensate for wind, gravity and the Coriolis effect and finally pull the damned trigger...
Yet will I trust him to put me back together. If he desires. Unless his servants identify ways I can rectify my driving test and uni modules, I am doomed to continue in my own way before the administration.
Yes, I am taking it way, way out of context. I KNOW.
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