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Joshua /ˈdʒɒʃuə/ or Jehoshua (Hebrew: יְהוֹשֻׁעַ Yĕhôshúʿa or Hebrew: יֵשׁוּעַ Yĕshúʿa; Aramaic: ܝܫܘܥ Isho; Greek: Ἰησοῦς, Arabic: يوشع بن نون Yūshaʿ ibn Nūn; Latin: Iosue, Turkish: Yuşa), is a figure in the Torah, being one of the spies for Israel (Num 13–14) and identified in several passages as Moses' assistant. He is the central figure in the Hebrew Bible's Book of Joshua. According to the books of Exodus, Numbers and Joshua, he became the leader of the Israelite tribes after the death of Moses. His name was Hoshe'a (הוֹשֵׁעַ) the son of Nun, of the tribe of Ephraim, but Moses called him Yehoshu'a (יְהוֹשֻעַ; Joshua in English) (Numbers 13:16) the name by which he is commonly known. The name is shortened to Yeshua in Nehemiah (Nehemiah 8:17). According to the Bible he was born in Egypt prior to the Exodus.
He was one of the twelve spies of Israel sent by Moses to explore the land of Canaan. (Numbers 13:1-16) After the death of Moses, he led the Israelite tribes in the conquest of Canaan, and allocated the land to the tribes. According to Biblical chronology, Joshua lived between 1355-1245 BCE, or sometime in the late Bronze Age. According to Joshua 24:29, Joshua died at the age of 110.
Clear vision in what you say
Is you lost yourself in the deadlock
In which you were raised
Recognition of a hand that fed
Mouths that bled, Biting back today
Clear vision of a boast and brag
Cuts me off and leaves me dead on the way
Keeping busy by causing skies to dark with flies
But think of all that you praised
Give it right back and get back to your promises
Give it right back and get back to your promises
Or damn us all to hell
Crush us all
Still lost in the brag
This season you'll raise your gun and knock out one
Frame the head at your place
Sick sleazy and weighs a ton, now you're undone
Stuck up to your waste
Look over the hills you dwell
You look like hell in the window holding you face
Cars engine is cold and sad
You're driving bad
Talking into,
Get out of my way
Here's to the roust
Glass over morning
Till you see that just like the old days, who owns the
town