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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| CCXXIV. | CCXXIV. Job, Chap. XXXVIII. from Ver 1. to 7. and Ch. XXXIX. from Ver. 19. to 25. |
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CCXXIV. Job, Chap. XXXVIII. from Ver 1. to 7. and Ch. XXXIX. from Ver. 19. to 25.
God answers Job out of the Whirl-wind. The Description of the Horse.
Thus from a Cloud, enroll'd in Flames and Smoak,
With Thunder charg'd, to Job th'Almighty spoke:
With Thunder charg'd, to Job th'Almighty spoke:
What vain presumptuous Mortal dares repine,
His Wisdom vaunt, or vie his Strength with mine?
Exert thy self, be all the Man displaid!
When solid Earth's Foundations first I laid,
When the bright Stars their Maker's Praise confess'd,
The Sons of God their Joy with Shouts express'd;
Where wert thou then, whate're thou know'st declare!
What were thy Thoughts, and thy Employment there?
His Wisdom vaunt, or vie his Strength with mine?
Exert thy self, be all the Man displaid!
When solid Earth's Foundations first I laid,
When the bright Stars their Maker's Praise confess'd,
The Sons of God their Joy with Shouts express'd;
Where wert thou then, whate're thou know'st declare!
What were thy Thoughts, and thy Employment there?
Didst thou, assuming Mortal, say! didst thou
Upon the gen'rous HORSE his matchless Strength bestow?
His Neck with Thunder cloath, and fierce Disdain,
Or to the Winds diffuse his flowing Main?
Will he thy Hand like a weak Locust fear,
Or trembling at thy Presence, disappear?
What Clouds of Smoak from his broad Nostrils fly?
He breaths a Storm, and Lightning in his Eye.
Proud of his Strength, behold him rage and bound,
And stamp with clatt'ring Hoofs the putrid Ground!
He Arms, and Men disdains, nor knows to fear
The rattling Quiver, or the glitt'ring Spear:
—Sound, sound a Charge! the Trumpets call from far,
He hears with Joy the distant gath'ring War:
Fiercely he flies th'advancing Foe to meet,
Trembles the hollow Ground beneath his Feet.
—And now the less'ning Plain is grown a Line,
The deadly Piles are cast, the Battles joyn.
With thund'ring Shouts the Warriors rend the Skies,
He Thunders too—Aha! Aha! he cries:
Swift as a Shaft from Parthian Archer flies,
He shoots away, the narrow Champain cross'd,
He breaks the thickest Ranks, and in the Fight is lost.
Upon the gen'rous HORSE his matchless Strength bestow?
His Neck with Thunder cloath, and fierce Disdain,
Or to the Winds diffuse his flowing Main?
Will he thy Hand like a weak Locust fear,
Or trembling at thy Presence, disappear?
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He breaths a Storm, and Lightning in his Eye.
Proud of his Strength, behold him rage and bound,
And stamp with clatt'ring Hoofs the putrid Ground!
He Arms, and Men disdains, nor knows to fear
The rattling Quiver, or the glitt'ring Spear:
—Sound, sound a Charge! the Trumpets call from far,
He hears with Joy the distant gath'ring War:
Fiercely he flies th'advancing Foe to meet,
Trembles the hollow Ground beneath his Feet.
—And now the less'ning Plain is grown a Line,
The deadly Piles are cast, the Battles joyn.
With thund'ring Shouts the Warriors rend the Skies,
He Thunders too—Aha! Aha! he cries:
Swift as a Shaft from Parthian Archer flies,
He shoots away, the narrow Champain cross'd,
He breaks the thickest Ranks, and in the Fight is lost.
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