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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Iob, heervnto replyes incontinent:
Well haue ye said; but, How Impertinent!
How hast Thou holp the weak and feeble wight?
How fit defended him that hath no might?
How sweetly taught the simple and vnwise?
How full declar'd the Matter, as it lyes?
To Whom doost Thou this Speech of thine direct?
What mooues thee to it? and to what effect?
Well haue ye said; but, How Impertinent!
How hast Thou holp the weak and feeble wight?
How fit defended him that hath no might?
How sweetly taught the simple and vnwise?
How full declar'd the Matter, as it lyes?
To Whom doost Thou this Speech of thine direct?
What mooues thee to it? and to what effect?
For, I (for My part) know, that, Not alone,
Th'Eternall rules, on his supernall Throne
The things aboue, in their harmonious Course;
But heer belowe, the Better and the Worse.
Th'Eternall rules, on his supernall Throne
The things aboue, in their harmonious Course;
But heer belowe, the Better and the Worse.
Beneath the Waters, dead things formed bin;
And, dumb (their owne Inhabitants) within:
Hell is not hid from Him: Destructions Caue,
From His inspection, can no Covering haue.
He, th'ample Heav'ns over the Void extends:
He, vpon Nothing the sad Earth suspends:
Within his Clowds He bottles vp the Rain,
Which with it weight tears not the Clowds in twain:
He hath in-bowd the fore-front of his Throne,
And spread his clowdy Canapey thereon:
He hath begirt the Waters with a List
Shall ever last, till Day and Night desist.
The massie Pillers of the Pole doe shake
If He but chide; and at His check they quake.
He, by his Power, doth the deep Sea divide:
His Prudence smites her in her fellest pride:
He, by his Spirit, the spangled Heav'ns hath drest
With glittering Signes; the Serpent, and the rest.
And, dumb (their owne Inhabitants) within:
Hell is not hid from Him: Destructions Caue,
From His inspection, can no Covering haue.
He, th'ample Heav'ns over the Void extends:
He, vpon Nothing the sad Earth suspends:
Within his Clowds He bottles vp the Rain,
Which with it weight tears not the Clowds in twain:
He hath in-bowd the fore-front of his Throne,
And spread his clowdy Canapey thereon:
He hath begirt the Waters with a List
Shall ever last, till Day and Night desist.
The massie Pillers of the Pole doe shake
If He but chide; and at His check they quake.
He, by his Power, doth the deep Sea divide:
His Prudence smites her in her fellest pride:
He, by his Spirit, the spangled Heav'ns hath drest
With glittering Signes; the Serpent, and the rest.
Lo, These are parcels of his Waies suprem:
But, O! How little do we heare of Him!
Who can conceiue? Who vnderstands the Thunders
Of His more secret, and most sacred Wonders?
But, O! How little do we heare of Him!
Who can conceiue? Who vnderstands the Thunders
Of His more secret, and most sacred Wonders?
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