Book of Job - Ferrar Fenton Bible Translation page 829
The Psalms, Solomon and Sacred Writers
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And mumes the mouth of the judge.?·-—If it is not Ha ? Then who docs25But my days are more swift than a. post IThey run forward, and never End rest ;Like the ships of the pirates sail 0H ;2627Like eagles that pounce on their prey I I care not for my woes.I will loosen my face, and will smile II am terrified still by my griefs,F or I know that you will not release!I know I am wicked myself ;Why then should I labour in vain PIf I wash myself white as the snow,And make my hands clean with the soap,You would plunge me again in a ditch,And my clothing would shrink from myself.For a man like myself could not speak,Nor bring us together to plead,For no one exists to decide,And control both of us by his hand.From me let Him take off His rod lAnd not by His terrors oppress,For then I could speak and not fear,But not in the state I now am!My body is weary of life;I abandon myself to complaint ·;I will speak in the grief of my mind IAnd I beg of GoD not to convict.P-~Inform me for what You contendIs oppression a pleasure to You,To despise the poor work of Your hand;And prosper the plans of the badHave You only the eyes of a manOr see but as mortals perceive?Are Your days like the days of mankind POr Your years like the period of man ?That You hunt to find out my defects,And seek to discover my sin,When You know that I am not depravedAnd that none can relieve from Your hand ?283335
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It was Your hand that formed me and made,-·-· 8And compacted~—·'I`hen why now destroy?Remember, You made me from clay,That to dust You will make me return IAnd did You not curdle like milk,And fixed me together like cheese,Then clothed me with skin, and with flesh,And with bones and with muscles compact EAnd gave me my Life, and my Reason,Then last, fixed my Spirit in me?Tho' You hid all these things in Your heart,I know the result was from You.And that You would observe if I sinned;And would not acquit from my guilt.If wicked, alas! then for me IIf righteous, I raise not my head IBe content with my shame! See my woe,Like a lion, he rises to seize!And You are turned from me estranged ;Against me· You heap up the proofs,Increasing Your anger with me;l—~·And against me Your armies are massed829IOIII216
