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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Elihu
speaking, Thus moreover said:
Thinkst Thou this right (if it be rightly waid)
Which thou hast spoken (or thy Speech imply'd)
My Righteousness is more than God's (O Pride!).
For, Thou hast said, What will it vantage mee,
What shall I gain, if I from Sin be free?
Thinkst Thou this right (if it be rightly waid)
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My Righteousness is more than God's (O Pride!).
For, Thou hast said, What will it vantage mee,
What shall I gain, if I from Sin be free?
I'll answer thee; and with Thee, All so dreaming:
Look-vp, and see the Heav'ns aboue thee gleaming;
Behold, how high: If therefore thou transgress,
And multiply thy Sin and Wickedness;
What hurt doost Thou to God? What Detriment?
On th'other side, if Thou be Innocent,
If Iust; What doost Thou to his Goodnes giue?
Or, from Thy hand, What, What doth He receiue?
Thy Wickedness may hurt a Man (like thee):
Thy righteousness, to Man may helpfull be.
Look-vp, and see the Heav'ns aboue thee gleaming;
Behold, how high: If therefore thou transgress,
And multiply thy Sin and Wickedness;
What hurt doost Thou to God? What Detriment?
On th'other side, if Thou be Innocent,
If Iust; What doost Thou to his Goodnes giue?
Or, from Thy hand, What, What doth He receiue?
Thy Wickedness may hurt a Man (like thee):
Thy righteousness, to Man may helpfull be.
For manifold and frequent Tyranny,
Oppressors make oppressed-ones to cry;
Yea, to cry-out for cruell Violence
Of Mighty-ones, of Men of Eminence:
But, there is None that saith (as due belongs)
Where's God, my Maker (Who by Night giues Songs,
Who teacheth vs, hath vs more Wisedom given,
Than Beasts of Earth, or to the Fowles of Heaven).
There cry they oft; but none doth heare or heed,
For, th'Evils sake (who in all Ills exceed):
For, Vanity, God doth not, hath not heard;
Nor ever will th'Almighty it regard.
Oppressors make oppressed-ones to cry;
Yea, to cry-out for cruell Violence
Of Mighty-ones, of Men of Eminence:
But, there is None that saith (as due belongs)
Where's God, my Maker (Who by Night giues Songs,
Who teacheth vs, hath vs more Wisedom given,
Than Beasts of Earth, or to the Fowles of Heaven).
There cry they oft; but none doth heare or heed,
For, th'Evils sake (who in all Ills exceed):
For, Vanity, God doth not, hath not heard;
Nor ever will th'Almighty it regard.
Now, though Thou saist, thou seest Him not, Hee's Iust:
With Him is Iudgement; therefore in Him trust:
For want whereof, his Wrath hath visited;
Yet not so hot as Thou hast merited.
Therefore doth Iob open his Mouth in vain:
And voyd of Knowledge, yet, yet, mis-complain.
With Him is Iudgement; therefore in Him trust:
For want whereof, his Wrath hath visited;
Yet not so hot as Thou hast merited.
Therefore doth Iob open his Mouth in vain:
And voyd of Knowledge, yet, yet, mis-complain.
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