Book of Job - Ferrar Fenton Bible Translation page 841

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And with reasonings Hlling my mouth. I would learn the replies He would give, And understand what He would say. Would He fight me with powerful speech? No! But He would be gentle with me, For the honest can reason with Him ; So my cause would triumphantly win! Look! I go to the East; He is not 2 To the West ;·-But I cannot perceive! To the North, where He works,—··But ind not l To the South, where He hides :·——But Jnseen I xo Yet He knows the course that I go. At the test I stand pure as gold; xx I have fastened my feet in His steps, Unwavering I kept to His path; 12 Not shirking the law of His lips, In my breast I have stored His commandsl But HIM ?—-He is ONE I-—Who can turn 2 For what He desires, I-Ie does! He will work out His objects with me ; But how many are there with Him E S0, excluded His presence, I faint; I reflect, and I tremble at Him! 16 For GOD has deprived me of heart, Th' ALMIGHTY brought trouble to me. Why was I not cut off ere the dark, And before I was covered with gloom? Since Times are not hid from th' Ar.Mi<;1~1IY, 24 Why know not His friends His fixed days? For there are removers of landmarks, There are robbers of flocks as they graze; They drive from the orphans their ass, The widow’s ox take as a pledge; The wretched they turn from their path, Till the poor of the land herd in troops, As wild asses go on the plains. Their plunder begins at the dawn, To seize for their followers food; They reap in a field not their own, And with violence pluck off the grapes; The naked they leave without clothes And without any cover from cold, S0 they soak in the rain. from the hills And shelterless stick to the rock! The infant they drag from the breast And the clothes from the wretched as pledge, Who without any covering go bare, And who hungering carry their sheaves; And who, in their barns, press the oil, And tread out their wine,~—-but have thirst ! In the city the murdered may groan, And the soul of the tortured may roar, But Goo pays no heed to their prayer! And others revolt from the light,

Hate His ways nor will stay in His path. The murderer detesting the light, Who slaughters the wretched and poor, And comes like a thief in the night. The adulterer waits for the dark When he thinks that no eye can observe, And places a mask on his face. 841 IO XI I2