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 |  |
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CCXXI. Job, Chap. I.
Job's Character: His Riches and Children: His Misfortunes: Patience, &c.
In
Uz, near Idumea's Eastern bound,
There dwelt a Man for spotless Faith renoun'd:
Pious and Just, as far as Mortals can,
He fled from Ill, and liv'd a Perfect Man.
Job was his Name, a num'rous Offspring bless'd
His nuptial Bed, his Substance still encreas'd,
And none so Great of all the wealthy East.
Sev'n princely Sons by turns each other treat,
Their three fair Sisters at the Banquet-Seat.
Their Father, lest in Heat of Mirth and Wine,
Some Thought which might offend the Pow'r divine
Had there intruded, when the Feast was o're,
Sev'n free-neck'd Bullocks kill'd, and Pardon did implore.
There dwelt a Man for spotless Faith renoun'd:
Pious and Just, as far as Mortals can,
He fled from Ill, and liv'd a Perfect Man.
Job was his Name, a num'rous Offspring bless'd
His nuptial Bed, his Substance still encreas'd,
And none so Great of all the wealthy East.
Sev'n princely Sons by turns each other treat,
Their three fair Sisters at the Banquet-Seat.
Their Father, lest in Heat of Mirth and Wine,
Some Thought which might offend the Pow'r divine
Had there intruded, when the Feast was o're,
Sev'n free-neck'd Bullocks kill'd, and Pardon did implore.
There was a Day when all the Sons of God,
Returning from their weighty Charge abroad,
Stood Hymning: That invet'rate Foe to Good,
Who tumbled from the Stars, amongst 'em stood:
To whom th'Eternal thus—From whence! and where,
Hurry'd by darling Mischief and Despair
Hast thou been wandring?—Swoln with Rage and Pride,
From my appointed Task, the Fiend reply'd,
In walking round this habitable Globe:
And saw'st thou there, said God, my Servant Job?
Perfect and Just—not e'en thy envious Eye,
Cou'd in so fair a Life a Blot espy.
'Tis Int'rest all—thus did the Fiend reply;
So Strong a Fence hast thou around him made,
As I, and all my Legions can't invade:
But should'st thou once thy heav'nly Guards displace,
And touch his Wealth, he'd curse thee to thy Face.
Agen, th'All-High—thy envious Wish enjoy,
His Person safe, his Goods thou may'st destroy.
The Tempter, meditating Mischief went
From Heav'n, and on his welcom Task intent,
To trembling Uz, his snakey Footsteps bent:
The Patriarch's eldest Blessing now receives
The rest in course, and gen'rous Welcom gives:
When loe a panting Messenger arrives,
And thus to Job—Thy Herds are all a Prey,
By fierce Sabæan Robbers driv'n away:
Unarm'd thy helpless Servants strove in vain,
And all, besides my single self, are slain.
Returning from their weighty Charge abroad,
Stood Hymning: That invet'rate Foe to Good,
Who tumbled from the Stars, amongst 'em stood:
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Hurry'd by darling Mischief and Despair
Hast thou been wandring?—Swoln with Rage and Pride,
From my appointed Task, the Fiend reply'd,
In walking round this habitable Globe:
And saw'st thou there, said God, my Servant Job?
Perfect and Just—not e'en thy envious Eye,
Cou'd in so fair a Life a Blot espy.
'Tis Int'rest all—thus did the Fiend reply;
So Strong a Fence hast thou around him made,
As I, and all my Legions can't invade:
But should'st thou once thy heav'nly Guards displace,
And touch his Wealth, he'd curse thee to thy Face.
Agen, th'All-High—thy envious Wish enjoy,
His Person safe, his Goods thou may'st destroy.
The Tempter, meditating Mischief went
From Heav'n, and on his welcom Task intent,
To trembling Uz, his snakey Footsteps bent:
The Patriarch's eldest Blessing now receives
The rest in course, and gen'rous Welcom gives:
When loe a panting Messenger arrives,
And thus to Job—Thy Herds are all a Prey,
By fierce Sabæan Robbers driv'n away:
Unarm'd thy helpless Servants strove in vain,
And all, besides my single self, are slain.
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A second did the former's Steps pursue,
The Fire of God thy Sheep and Servants slew,
I only 'scap'd—when strait a Third relates,
The Camels loss, their murder'd Keepers Fates,
By three Chaldean-Bands; The Fourth and last
While yet he spake, springs in with breathless Haste,
And thus—A Tempest from the Desart flew,
Thy Eldest Son's fair Palace overthrew,
Whose hideous Ruins all thy Children slew:
—Unmov'd and calm the Patriarch heard the rest,
But Nature now gave way—with Grief oppress'd
He rose, his Robes he rent, his Loss deplor'd,
His Head he shav'd—But still his God ador'd:
Naked, says he, to Life at first I rose,
And naked must in Mother-Earth repose:
'Twas God who gave, 'tis God who takes again,
His Name be bless'd—Thus far did Job remain
Exempt from Sin, his suff'ring Virtue shin'd,
Nor weakly murmur'd once, nor once at God repin'd.
The Fire of God thy Sheep and Servants slew,
I only 'scap'd—when strait a Third relates,
The Camels loss, their murder'd Keepers Fates,
By three Chaldean-Bands; The Fourth and last
While yet he spake, springs in with breathless Haste,
And thus—A Tempest from the Desart flew,
Thy Eldest Son's fair Palace overthrew,
Whose hideous Ruins all thy Children slew:
—Unmov'd and calm the Patriarch heard the rest,
But Nature now gave way—with Grief oppress'd
He rose, his Robes he rent, his Loss deplor'd,
His Head he shav'd—But still his God ador'd:
Naked, says he, to Life at first I rose,
And naked must in Mother-Earth repose:
'Twas God who gave, 'tis God who takes again,
His Name be bless'd—Thus far did Job remain
Exempt from Sin, his suff'ring Virtue shin'd,
Nor weakly murmur'd once, nor once at God repin'd.
| The history of The Old Testament In verse | |