Du Bartas His Divine Weekes And Workes with A Compleate Collectio[n] of all the other most delight-full Workes: Translated and written by yt famous Philomusus: Iosvah Sylvester |
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 | Du Bartas |  |
Iob then reply'd: Alas! how long will Yee
Torment my Soule, with words; and torture Mee:
Ten times ye haue with too obdurate minde,
Reproacht mee This: vnciuill and vnkind.
Torment my Soule, with words; and torture Mee:
Ten times ye haue with too obdurate minde,
Reproacht mee This: vnciuill and vnkind.
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But, put the Case, that I haue sinn'd, indeed:
Must not I beare it? Then (alas!) what need
You load me more; and magnifie your wit,
To amplifie my Guilt, and Griefe of it?
Seeing you see that Go o hath cast me downe,
And with his Net hath compassed me round.
Must not I beare it? Then (alas!) what need
You load me more; and magnifie your wit,
To amplifie my Guilt, and Griefe of it?
Seeing you see that Go o hath cast me downe,
And with his Net hath compassed me round.
Lo, I cry-out of wrong and violence;
Aloud I cry; yet haue no Audience,
Nor Ease at all: He hath so hedg'd my VVay,
I cannot passe: My Paths, in stead of Day,
Are Darke beset: He hath my glorie reft;
And from my head He hath the Crowne bereft:
He hath destroy'd me, euery-way vndone:
My Hope, remoued (as a Tree) is gone:
And more, His Wrath against me fiercely fryes;
He reckons Me among his Enemies:
His Troupes assembled, march against Me, egre;
And, round about my feeble Tent beleguer:
He hath disperst my Brethren from me farre;
To Me, my Kindred as meer Strangers are;
My Neighbors flie me; my Familiar Frend
Hath now forgot me (as if neuer kend):
Nay: mine own Household; Men, Maid-seruants, all,
Count me a Stranger, care not for my Call,
Nor will come at me; though I speak them faire:
Nay: to mine own Wife (for the noisome aire)
My Breath is strange, though I beseech her, sad,
By those deer Pledges wee together had.
The Basest scorn me; and when vp I rise,
They spet their Spight in bitter Obloquies.
Mine Intime-most, Those that I loued best
Abhor mee All, and me the most molest.
My Bones, in stead of Flesh, cleaue to my skin;
And that not sound, saue what my Teeth grow in.
Then pitty me, O pitty me, my Friends;
Sith God on me his heauie hand extends:
Ah! Why do you yet persecute me, rough,
As God? Alas! hath not my Flesh enough?
Aloud I cry; yet haue no Audience,
Nor Ease at all: He hath so hedg'd my VVay,
I cannot passe: My Paths, in stead of Day,
Are Darke beset: He hath my glorie reft;
And from my head He hath the Crowne bereft:
He hath destroy'd me, euery-way vndone:
My Hope, remoued (as a Tree) is gone:
And more, His Wrath against me fiercely fryes;
He reckons Me among his Enemies:
His Troupes assembled, march against Me, egre;
And, round about my feeble Tent beleguer:
He hath disperst my Brethren from me farre;
To Me, my Kindred as meer Strangers are;
My Neighbors flie me; my Familiar Frend
Hath now forgot me (as if neuer kend):
Nay: mine own Household; Men, Maid-seruants, all,
Count me a Stranger, care not for my Call,
Nor will come at me; though I speak them faire:
Nay: to mine own Wife (for the noisome aire)
My Breath is strange, though I beseech her, sad,
By those deer Pledges wee together had.
The Basest scorn me; and when vp I rise,
They spet their Spight in bitter Obloquies.
Mine Intime-most, Those that I loued best
Abhor mee All, and me the most molest.
My Bones, in stead of Flesh, cleaue to my skin;
And that not sound, saue what my Teeth grow in.
Then pitty me, O pitty me, my Friends;
Sith God on me his heauie hand extends:
Ah! Why do you yet persecute me, rough,
As God? Alas! hath not my Flesh enough?
O! that my words (the words I now asseuer)
Were writ, were printed, and (to last for-euer)
Were grav'n in Marble with an Iron pen
With Lead in-yoated (to fill vp agen).
Were writ, were printed, and (to last for-euer)
Were grav'n in Marble with an Iron pen
With Lead in-yoated (to fill vp agen).
I surely knowe that my Redeemer liueth:
And that He shall (This, firme my Faith belieueth.)
In th'End of Time, return and rise from Dust
(The First and Last) to iudge and saue the Iust:
And, that, I shall, when worms haue eat This Clod,
I shall awake, and in my flesh see GOD:
Yea: I shall see him with These Eyes of mine;
And with none else: though Now in Paines I pine.
And that He shall (This, firme my Faith belieueth.)
In th'End of Time, return and rise from Dust
(The First and Last) to iudge and saue the Iust:
And, that, I shall, when worms haue eat This Clod,
I shall awake, and in my flesh see GOD:
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And with none else: though Now in Paines I pine.
The rather, therefore should you now retract,
And Thus Your-selues discreetly now correct:
Why persecute We Him? Why hate Him, Wee?
Sith This Foundation is thus fixt in Mee,
Then, be you warn'd: beware, and fear the Sword:
For Wickednes and Cruelty [in word]
Incenseth Wrath: Know, there shall Iudgement come,
To doom them right, who Others (rash) misdoom.
And Thus Your-selues discreetly now correct:
Why persecute We Him? Why hate Him, Wee?
Sith This Foundation is thus fixt in Mee,
Then, be you warn'd: beware, and fear the Sword:
For Wickednes and Cruelty [in word]
Incenseth Wrath: Know, there shall Iudgement come,
To doom them right, who Others (rash) misdoom.
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