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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Then answered Iob: Though to this Day my Mones
Right bitter be, my Griefe exceeds my Grones:
How is it then, that I, as yet, am held,
For hauing plain'd, as if I had rebeld?
Right bitter be, my Griefe exceeds my Grones:
How is it then, that I, as yet, am held,
For hauing plain'd, as if I had rebeld?
O! that I knew, that some would shewe me, VVhere
I might goe find my Souerain Arbitrer.
That I might speedy vnto him repaire;
And euen approach to His Tribunall Chaire.
I would before Him plead my iust Defence,
And fill my Mouth with pregnant Arguments.
Then would I know what should His Answer be:
And vnderstand what He would say to me.
Would He oppose me with his Power divine?
No: rather would He steel and strengthen mine.
There might the Iust in his iust Plea proceed:
And I should ever from my Iudge be freed.
I might goe find my Souerain Arbitrer.
That I might speedy vnto him repaire;
And euen approach to His Tribunall Chaire.
I would before Him plead my iust Defence,
And fill my Mouth with pregnant Arguments.
Then would I know what should His Answer be:
And vnderstand what He would say to me.
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No: rather would He steel and strengthen mine.
There might the Iust in his iust Plea proceed:
And I should ever from my Iudge be freed.
But, Whether to the West I take my way;
Or to the pearly Portall of the Day;
Or, to the Norward, where hee worketh rife;
Or, to the South, the Cell of blustering-strife:
Whether I look before me or behinde;
On This, or That side: Him I cannot finde.
Or to the pearly Portall of the Day;
Or, to the Norward, where hee worketh rife;
Or, to the South, the Cell of blustering-strife:
Whether I look before me or behinde;
On This, or That side: Him I cannot finde.
Yet, knowes He well my Way: and hath me try'd:
And I, like Gold, shall come forth purified.
My Foot hath walked in His steps: His Way
Haue I observed; and not gon astray:
Nor haue I started from His Precepts set,
But priz'd them more then my appointed Mear.
And I, like Gold, shall come forth purified.
My Foot hath walked in His steps: His Way
Haue I observed; and not gon astray:
Nor haue I started from His Precepts set,
But priz'd them more then my appointed Mear.
Yet, He persisteth in one purpose still.
Who can divert him? He doth what he will;
And will perform what is of me decreed.
And many such things are with Him, indeed.
Who can divert him? He doth what he will;
And will perform what is of me decreed.
And many such things are with Him, indeed.
Therfore, before Him, am I wonder-smit;
Affraid of Him, when I consider it.
For, God hath suppled and made soft my heart,
And deep perplext me in my inward Part;
Because my Languors neither end, nor I:
Nor can I see, nor sound the Reason, Why.
Affraid of Him, when I consider it.
For, God hath suppled and made soft my heart,
And deep perplext me in my inward Part;
Because my Languors neither end, nor I:
Nor can I see, nor sound the Reason, Why.
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