The history of The Old Testament In verse With One Hundred and Eighty sculptures: In Two Volumes. Vol. I. From the Creation to the Revolt of the Ten Tribes from the House of David. Vol. II. From that Revolt to the End of the Prophets. Written by Samuel Wesley ... The Cuts done by J. Sturt |
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| CLXXVIII. | CLXXVIII. 1 Kings, Chap. XXII. from Ver. 1. to Ver. 23. |
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CLXXVIII. 1 Kings, Chap. XXII. from Ver. 1. to Ver. 23.
Ahab prepares to recover Ramoth-Gilead. He makes an Alliance with Jehoshaphat: Sends for Michaiah, who fore-tells his Defeat and Destruction.
Three
Years Reprieve Apostate Israel gains,
Yet impious Ahab, Ahab still remains:
Almost too ripe for Ruin now he's grown,
By Jezebel's Offences and his own;
Urg'd by his Fate, with Syria War declares,
And for a vigorous Campaign prepares;
Ramoth a Frontier-Town, they still retain,
The Faith of Treaties Israel pleads in vain:
The King of Judah in the Quarrel joyn'd,
Betwixt the Rival-Crowns a League is sign'd:
But Arms are weak, Alliances are vain,
Unless the Lord of Hosts the Cause maintain:
His pow'rful Aid did Judah's King desire,
And e're they mov'd wou'd at his Word enquire:
For all his Herd of Prophets Ahab sends,
And these th'Interpreters of Heav'n pretends:
The Monarchs with their proud Regalia grac'd,
Before the Gates on splendid Thrones are plac'd:
The mimic Prophets came, a fawning Crowd,
Long live the Kings they cry'd, and at their Footstools bow'd:
Nothing but Well their Auguries declare,
The Fates consulted bode a prosp'rous War:
Nor Asa's Son did their Responses please,
Who thro' their fulsom Flatt'ry saw with Ease;
And is there none, concern'd he asks, but these?
There is, says Ahab, but the Wretch I hate,
Prophet of Ill, he still fore-bodes my Fate.
Micaiah is his Name; for him they send,
While glorious Triumphs all the rest portend:
Amid the shouting Crowd Micaiah came,
And with sarcastic Smiles fore told the same,
Till by the Great unutterable Name
Adjur'd, th'ungrateful Truth no more denies,
But to the Monarch cautious thus replies,
I saw all Israel's Army scatter'd wide,
Around the Hills, like Sheep without a Guide,
—Sound a Retreat, the God of Battles cry'd,
Let these Return, and their ill Fate deplore,
The Crown is faln, their Master is no more.
Yet impious Ahab, Ahab still remains:
Almost too ripe for Ruin now he's grown,
By Jezebel's Offences and his own;
Urg'd by his Fate, with Syria War declares,
And for a vigorous Campaign prepares;
Ramoth a Frontier-Town, they still retain,
The Faith of Treaties Israel pleads in vain:
The King of Judah in the Quarrel joyn'd,
Betwixt the Rival-Crowns a League is sign'd:
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Unless the Lord of Hosts the Cause maintain:
His pow'rful Aid did Judah's King desire,
And e're they mov'd wou'd at his Word enquire:
For all his Herd of Prophets Ahab sends,
And these th'Interpreters of Heav'n pretends:
The Monarchs with their proud Regalia grac'd,
Before the Gates on splendid Thrones are plac'd:
The mimic Prophets came, a fawning Crowd,
Long live the Kings they cry'd, and at their Footstools bow'd:
Nothing but Well their Auguries declare,
The Fates consulted bode a prosp'rous War:
Nor Asa's Son did their Responses please,
Who thro' their fulsom Flatt'ry saw with Ease;
And is there none, concern'd he asks, but these?
There is, says Ahab, but the Wretch I hate,
Prophet of Ill, he still fore-bodes my Fate.
Micaiah is his Name; for him they send,
While glorious Triumphs all the rest portend:
Amid the shouting Crowd Micaiah came,
And with sarcastic Smiles fore told the same,
Till by the Great unutterable Name
Adjur'd, th'ungrateful Truth no more denies,
But to the Monarch cautious thus replies,
I saw all Israel's Army scatter'd wide,
Around the Hills, like Sheep without a Guide,
—Sound a Retreat, the God of Battles cry'd,
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The Crown is faln, their Master is no more.
With Rage and Spite the short-liv'd Tyrant burns,
And thus to Judah's thoughtful Prince returns:
I knew before his canker'd Heart too well,
I knew th'Ill-omen'd Bird wou'd Plagues fore-tell.
And thus to Judah's thoughtful Prince returns:
I knew before his canker'd Heart too well,
I knew th'Ill-omen'd Bird wou'd Plagues fore-tell.
Fuller of God the while Micaiah grows,
And thus in lively Schemes th'Event fore-shows:
And thus in lively Schemes th'Event fore-shows:
High in Mid-Heav'n I saw th'Almighty's Throne:
I saw th'Angelic Guards, which these out-shone
As Stars to Dust:—With dazling Glories crown'd,
Thus spake the Lord to those that waited round:
Is any here who Ahab will persuade,
And make him Ramoth's fatal Walls invade,
That his just Doom no longer be delaid?
When a malignant Spirit who slily press'd,
Disguis'd in Seraphs Robes among the Bless'd,
To Mischief prompt, the wish'd Employment chose,
And to the Fane of Baal the Demon goes;
There in his gilded Image safe resides,
Thence unperceiv'd amongst his Prophets glides:
They feel their Breasts with furious Rapture fir'd,
And with Orac'lous Lies are all inspir'd.
Thus does the Fiend their venal Tongues imploy
Their Patron to deceive, and then destroy:
The Snares of Death around thy Feet are spred,
The Sword of Vengeance hovers o're thy Head:
No Force can she from Heav'ns just Wrath defend,
Prepare, Unhappy Prince, to meet a dreadful End!
I saw th'Angelic Guards, which these out-shone
As Stars to Dust:—With dazling Glories crown'd,
Thus spake the Lord to those that waited round:
Is any here who Ahab will persuade,
And make him Ramoth's fatal Walls invade,
That his just Doom no longer be delaid?
When a malignant Spirit who slily press'd,
Disguis'd in Seraphs Robes among the Bless'd,
To Mischief prompt, the wish'd Employment chose,
And to the Fane of Baal the Demon goes;
There in his gilded Image safe resides,
Thence unperceiv'd amongst his Prophets glides:
They feel their Breasts with furious Rapture fir'd,
And with Orac'lous Lies are all inspir'd.
Thus does the Fiend their venal Tongues imploy
Their Patron to deceive, and then destroy:
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The Sword of Vengeance hovers o're thy Head:
No Force can she from Heav'ns just Wrath defend,
Prepare, Unhappy Prince, to meet a dreadful End!
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