Quarles - PR3652 D58 1669

. ~t~ JOB M~LITANT. But thou, Jo~ (.like a· mad-man ) wouldfl: th~u for~~ .. Ged, to defift hts order, and fet courfe . Of Juftice ~ Shall the. wicked; for thy fake ' (That wo~1l~'fi: not t~fte of ~vil ) in good partake ? No, no;) his lamp !hall bb:ze, and die, his ftrength 1hall faH, and !hall confound it felf at length He £hall be h3:Q.1 p~red with clofe hiddenfnares; tAnd dog~d, where e'r he ftarts, with troops of feats: Hunger fhall bi:e, defl.rutl:ior.t !hall atd:nd him 1 . - His skin !hall rot, the worft o£ death fh;1ll end him: i-lis fears fhall be a thoufand iinkt together_, His brapch above~ his root beneath !hall wither> J:-lis name £hall fleep in du{\, i~. dufi: decay, Odious to .all, by all men cha.c'd away, No Son !hall .keep alive Jlis houfe, hi 5name; And none fhall thri"Ve, that can allian~e claimi The after-age fhall fi:and ama'L'd, to hear His fall, ana t~y tha~ f~e'c, fhall fhake for feat: .Thus ftands the ftate of him that doth amifs, · · :A'nd (Job ) what othe~ inhy c~fe,than this 1 But Job reply'd, H~~ long (as with iharp fwords ) Will ye torment me with your pointed words ? How oftenhave your biting tongues defam'd My fim~e innocence, and yet un(ham'<i? Had l deferv•d t11efe plagues, yet let mygtie.f Exprefs it felf; thollgl~ it find no relief; . ~ut if you _nced1.m~!ft wear your tongues upon !DC, ~ Know, 'ti~ the hand of God ·hath overthrown me ; I roar, unh~ard; his lund .will.not releafe me; The more I grieve, the more my griefs opprefs me : He hath-defpoil'd ,.my joys, and g(;le-s"aboui: · . (My branches bein~ loptv-) to 'Llroy the Root; · : His plagues) like fotddiers,- trench'withinmy bo~es) My friends, my kiodte<l flie mi,all at om:e,- My neighbo~rs, my fa.miliarthave forgone m.e, ~y hou!hol4 !lares with ftra~gcrs eyes up.Gft.me: • I . . " .. 1

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