Book of Job - Ferrar Fenton Bible Translation page 827
The Psalms, Solomon and Sacred Writers
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M an goes to his grave, nor returns;
He never returns to his home,
He gazes no more on his house.
I will not therefore govern my wrath,
I will speak in my anguish of soul,
And complain in my sorrow of life.
Am I like the serpent of seas,
That a keeper is placed over me i
Now my couch will relieve,
My bed will assuage my complaint;
You terrify me in my dreams,
And at visions I suddenly start !
And my soul has desire to be choked,
For death——than to bein my frame!
I hate life-I would not always live!
Go away l for my days are a shade.
What is man, that You let him growl up?
And why set Your heart upon him ?
Why visit at dawning of day,
And then suddenly bring him to grief?
Will You not grant this triile to me,
To swallow my spittle in peace?
Have I sinned, O! You Guardian of Men?
Yet why set me up as Your mark,
And make mea load to myselt?
And why not forgive me my sin,
And sweep all my passions away ?
For soon I shall lie in the dust,
And when I am sought for, be not.
Gb: Simi Qhhrzm nf Qilhuh.
Bildad the Shuhite, however, answered, and said:
How long will you babble such things,
Raising storms with the words of your mouth P
Is GOD a perverter of Law?
Will the Highest distort what is right?
If your children have sinned against Him,
By their sin He has driven them away.
While you--had you sought for your GOD
And to the Almighty had prayed
If you had been pure and upright,
Even now He would rise up for you,
And prosper your righteous abode.
A1tho’ your beginnings were small,
Your future would grow very great.
For ask of the primaeval race,
And their ancestral wisdom seek out
(We are ignorant—·born yesterday
Our days are a shadow on earth),
Will they not instruct you and tell
And bring out these words from their hearts,
Can the Hag grow without rmre ?
‘ Can bulrushes grow without streams?
Whilst green, and while not yet cut down,
‘ They wither before any plant l
So do all who abandon their GOD,
‘ And the hopes of the prohigate fade,
Whose confidence will be cut off,
And his trust be a spider’s frail web.
If he leans on his web it will break,
If he clings, it will never endure l
' At sunrise he seems a fresh plant,
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