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
said: A little suffer me;
For I haue yet more to alledge to Thee,
On God's behalfe. I'll fetch mine Arguments
From farre (confirm'd by long Experience)
To iustifie my Maker's Holiness,
Giue Him his owne, and right his Righteousness.
I'll speake no Falshood, nor no Fraud propound:
All my Discourse shall be sincere and sound.
For I haue yet more to alledge to Thee,
On God's behalfe. I'll fetch mine Arguments
From farre (confirm'd by long Experience)
To iustifie my Maker's Holiness,
Giue Him his owne, and right his Righteousness.
I'll speake no Falshood, nor no Fraud propound:
All my Discourse shall be sincere and sound.
Lo, God is Mighty; yet doth none despise:
Omnipotent, Omniscient; Strong and Wise.
He spareth not the Life of Wicked wights;
But, the Oppressed in their wrongs he rights:
His Eyes are never off the Righteous sort:
Them on the Throne He doth with Kings consort:
Them He advances; and beyond all Term
Doth them establish, and them fast confirm.
Omnipotent, Omniscient; Strong and Wise.
He spareth not the Life of Wicked wights;
But, the Oppressed in their wrongs he rights:
His Eyes are never off the Righteous sort:
Them on the Throne He doth with Kings consort:
Them He advances; and beyond all Term
Doth them establish, and them fast confirm.
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Or, if that ever Fetters them befall,
Or, they be holden in Afflictions Thrall;
He lets them see their Works, their Wickedness,
Their wandring By-waies, and their bold Excess;
And opens then their Eare to Disciplin,
Commanding quick, that they return from Sin.
If they return, to serue and Him obey,
Their Dayes and Years right happy spend shall They:
If not; the Sword shall smite them suddenly:
And in their wilfull Folly shall they die.
Or, they be holden in Afflictions Thrall;
He lets them see their Works, their Wickedness,
Their wandring By-waies, and their bold Excess;
And opens then their Eare to Disciplin,
Commanding quick, that they return from Sin.
If they return, to serue and Him obey,
Their Dayes and Years right happy spend shall They:
If not; the Sword shall smite them suddenly:
And in their wilfull Folly shall they die.
But Hypocrites, the Men of double heart,
They heap-vp Wrath: they cry not when they smart.
They die in Youth; their Life among th'Vncleane,
Most Insolent, most Impudent, Obscœne.
They heap-vp Wrath: they cry not when they smart.
They die in Youth; their Life among th'Vncleane,
Most Insolent, most Impudent, Obscœne.
He th'humble Poor in his Affliction frees:
Their Eares he opens, in Calamities:
So would He, Thee from Thy Distress haue freed,
And brought thee forth far from the Streits of Need,
To spacious Plenty; and thenceforth thy Boord
Should with the best and fattest haue been stor'd:
But, Thou, too-wicked-like, too-stiffe hast stood;
As their presumptions seeming to make good;
Not stoopt, but strutted in Contesting Pride.
Therefore, on Thee doth Iudgement yet abide.
Their Eares he opens, in Calamities:
So would He, Thee from Thy Distress haue freed,
And brought thee forth far from the Streits of Need,
To spacious Plenty; and thenceforth thy Boord
Should with the best and fattest haue been stor'd:
But, Thou, too-wicked-like, too-stiffe hast stood;
As their presumptions seeming to make good;
Not stoopt, but strutted in Contesting Pride.
Therefore, on Thee doth Iudgement yet abide.
Sith wroth he is, beware to tempt him more;
Lest with his Stroak, he sudden smite thee ore:
Or hisse thee hence with his all-mighty Breath:
Then can no Ransom thee redeem from Death.
Will He regard thy Goods? or reak thy Gold?
Thy State, or Strength (how much, or manifold?
Lest with his Stroak, he sudden smite thee ore:
Or hisse thee hence with his all-mighty Breath:
Then can no Ransom thee redeem from Death.
Will He regard thy Goods? or reak thy Gold?
Thy State, or Strength (how much, or manifold?
Nor wish Thou (hope-less) for the (hap-less) Night,
When from their place People are taken quight:
Beware, regard not Thou Iniquitie;
Neither (alas!) through faint Infirmitie,
Chuse rather That, than thine Affliction's Part,
With humble Patience of a Constant heart.
When from their place People are taken quight:
Beware, regard not Thou Iniquitie;
Neither (alas!) through faint Infirmitie,
Chuse rather That, than thine Affliction's Part,
With humble Patience of a Constant heart.
Behold the Lord is, for his Power, suprem:
And, for his Prudence, Who doth teach like Him?
Who hath appointed vnto Him his way?
Or, Who can tell him, Thou hast gon astray?
And, for his Prudence, Who doth teach like Him?
Who hath appointed vnto Him his way?
Or, Who can tell him, Thou hast gon astray?
Rather, remember that thou magnifie
His publike Works, apparant to our Eye;
So visible, that both the young and old,
Them from a farre do bright and brim behold.
His publike Works, apparant to our Eye;
So visible, that both the young and old,
Them from a farre do bright and brim behold.
Lo, God is Greater then We comprehend:
Nor can the Number of his years be kend.
He makes the thick exhaled Vapours thin,
That down again in silver Deaws they spin,
From strouting Clowds aboundantly distilling
For th'vse of Man, the Plains with Plenty filling.
Nor can the Number of his years be kend.
He makes the thick exhaled Vapours thin,
That down again in silver Deaws they spin,
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For th'vse of Man, the Plains with Plenty filling.
Also, can Any vnderstand th'Extent
Of Clowds, or know the Rattling of his Tent?
Behold, He spreadeth out his Light there-over,
And even the bottom of the Sea doth cover.
For, by the same He worketh divers-waies,
Both to his Iustice and his Mercie's Praise:
That, through excess causing a fearfull Flood;
This, temperate, producing store of Food.
He vailes the Light with Clowds that come between,
Forbids it shine, and lets it not be seen:
Boading a Shower, or Storms approaching rage:
Which oft, even Cattell of the Field presage.
Of Clowds, or know the Rattling of his Tent?
Behold, He spreadeth out his Light there-over,
And even the bottom of the Sea doth cover.
For, by the same He worketh divers-waies,
Both to his Iustice and his Mercie's Praise:
That, through excess causing a fearfull Flood;
This, temperate, producing store of Food.
He vailes the Light with Clowds that come between,
Forbids it shine, and lets it not be seen:
Boading a Shower, or Storms approaching rage:
Which oft, even Cattell of the Field presage.
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