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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 | The history of The Old Testament In verse |  |
JOB III.
Perish the Day when first I saw the Light!
For ever be forgot that hated Night
Which gave me Birth—Let gloomy Clouds invade
That fatal Day, dark, as Death's Iron Shade!
O let not God regard it from above,
And backward let the Sun affrighted move!
Raze, Raze that Night! Disjoyn it from the Year!
For ever blot it from the Kalendar!
Let horrid Silence, hellish Darkness stain
That Night, nor Joy disturb their peaceful Reign!
Curs'd, ev'n by those who hate and curse the Day,
Whose Charms can lead the frighted Moon astray;
At mid-night Sabbaths whom the gloomy Fiends obey.
Dark, dark its Evening: not one Gleam of Light,
And quench'd its Stars in everlasting Night.
Never, no never let the Day appear,
Nor smiling Dawn expecting Mortals chear!
Because the teeming Womb it did not close,
Nor gave my Eyes from Grief a long Repose.
Why dy'd I not when first to Life I rose?
Why did the Knees prevent with cruel Care,
Why did th'officious Breasts my Food prepare!
How still and quiet shou'd I now have laid,
O envious Death! wrapt in thy peaceful Shade;
With Kings and mighty Nothings, fam'd of old,
For Heaps of Silver, and for Hoards of Gold;
Who splendid Tombs and Pyramids have rais'd
In Desart Sands, for labour'd Follies prais'd;
Like Embryo-Forms that ne're the Light had seen,
Then had I been as one that had not been:
The wicked there compell'd from troubling cease:
The weary there enjoy unenvy'd Peace:
No cruel Tyrants there the Pris'ners fear,
No Creditor's tormenting Voice they hear:
Levell'd the Small and Great, the Rich and Poor,
And Servant there, and Master is no more.
For ever be forgot that hated Night
Which gave me Birth—Let gloomy Clouds invade
That fatal Day, dark, as Death's Iron Shade!
O let not God regard it from above,
And backward let the Sun affrighted move!
Raze, Raze that Night! Disjoyn it from the Year!
For ever blot it from the Kalendar!
Let horrid Silence, hellish Darkness stain
That Night, nor Joy disturb their peaceful Reign!
Curs'd, ev'n by those who hate and curse the Day,
Whose Charms can lead the frighted Moon astray;
At mid-night Sabbaths whom the gloomy Fiends obey.
524
And quench'd its Stars in everlasting Night.
Never, no never let the Day appear,
Nor smiling Dawn expecting Mortals chear!
Because the teeming Womb it did not close,
Nor gave my Eyes from Grief a long Repose.
Why dy'd I not when first to Life I rose?
Why did the Knees prevent with cruel Care,
Why did th'officious Breasts my Food prepare!
How still and quiet shou'd I now have laid,
O envious Death! wrapt in thy peaceful Shade;
With Kings and mighty Nothings, fam'd of old,
For Heaps of Silver, and for Hoards of Gold;
Who splendid Tombs and Pyramids have rais'd
In Desart Sands, for labour'd Follies prais'd;
Like Embryo-Forms that ne're the Light had seen,
Then had I been as one that had not been:
The wicked there compell'd from troubling cease:
The weary there enjoy unenvy'd Peace:
No cruel Tyrants there the Pris'ners fear,
No Creditor's tormenting Voice they hear:
Levell'd the Small and Great, the Rich and Poor,
And Servant there, and Master is no more.
525
O why shou'd Heav'n unwelcom Light bestow,
On those who wear their Days in Pain and Woe?
Still cramm'd with Life, which they abhor and hate,
Still lingring by the Malice of their Fate.
Death is the dear, the only Boon they crave;
They dig in vain, but cannot find the Grave:
Death is their Hope, their Wealth, their Joy; How bless'd,
When in the silent Tomb they find eternal Rest.
On those who wear their Days in Pain and Woe?
Still cramm'd with Life, which they abhor and hate,
Still lingring by the Malice of their Fate.
Death is the dear, the only Boon they crave;
They dig in vain, but cannot find the Grave:
Death is their Hope, their Wealth, their Joy; How bless'd,
When in the silent Tomb they find eternal Rest.
| The history of The Old Testament In verse | |