[Illustration:
What! shall we receive Good at the hand of God & shall we not also
receive Evil
And when they lifted up their eyes afar off & knew him not they lifted
up their voices & wept. & they rent every Man his mantle & sprinkled
dust upon their heads towards heaven
Ye have heard of the Patience of Job and have seen the end of the Lord]
[Illustration:
Lo let that night be solitary & let no joyful voice come therein
Let the Day perish wherein I was Born
And they sat down with him upon the ground seven days & seven nights &
none spake a word unto him for they saw that his grief was very great]
[Illustration:
Shall mortal Man be more Just than God? Shall a Man be more Pure than
his Maker? Behold he putteth no trust in his Saints & his Angels he
chargeth with Folly
Then a Spirit passed before my face the hair of my flesh stood up]
[Illustration:
But he knoweth the way that I take when he hath tried me I shall come
forth like gold
Have pity upon me! Have pity upon me. O ye my friends for the hand of
God hath touched me
Though he slay me yet will I trust in him
The Just Upright Man is laughed to scorn
Man that is born of a Woman is of few days & full of trouble he cometh
up like a flower & is cut down he fleeth also as a shadow & continueth
not. And dost thou open thine eyes upon such a one & bringest me into
judgment with thee]
[Illustration:
My bones are pierced in me in the night season & my sinews take no rest
My skin is black upon me & my bones are burned with heat
The triumphing of the wicked is short, the joy of the hypocrite is but
for a moment
Satan himself is transformed into an Angel of Light & his Ministers
into Ministers of Righteousness
With Dreams upon my bed thou scarest me & affrightest me with Visions
Why do you persecute me as God & are not satisfied with my flesh. Oh
that my words were printed in a Book that they were graven with an iron
pen & lead in the rock for ever
For I know that my Redeemer liveth & that he shall stand in the latter
days upon the Earth & after my skin destroy thou This body yet in my
flesh shall I see God whom I shall see for Myself and mine eyes shall
behold & not Another tho consumed be my wrought Image
Who opposeth & exalteth himself above all that is called God or is
Worshipped]
[Illustration:
For God speaketh once yea twice & Man percieveth it not
In a Dream in a Vision of the Night in deep Slumberings upon the bed
Then he openeth the ears of Men & sealeth their instruction
That he may withdraw Man from his purpose & hide Pride from Man If
there be with him an Interpreter One among a Thousand
then he is gracious unto him & saith Deliver him from going down to the
Pit I have found a Ransom
For his eyes are upon the ways of Man & he observeth all his goings
I am Young and ye are very Old wherefore I was afraid
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account