The poem of the book of Job done into Engl. verse, by the earl of Winchilsea |
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Common terms and phrases
accuseth Job afflicted Almighty answer'd Arcturus Behold betimes Bildad bitterness bones BOOK OF JOB breath Canst thou CANTO cast cloud cometh comfort cunning curse darkness death despise Dieu dost thou doth dread dust dwell earth Elihu Eliphaz the Temanite evil eyes fear flesh forlorn friends God's goeth gold grave grief Hast thou hear heart Heaven hope iniquity innocent Job answered Job hath Job's king know'st knoweth land light live Lord to Satan maketh man's Mazzaroth meat mighty mouth night nought Ophir path perish Pleiads poem poor pray pride prosper rain righteous Sapience scorn skin sons sorrow soul speak strength Surely sword ta'en terror thee thine hand things Thou hast Thou shalt Thou wilt tongue trouble trow turn'd unto vanity waters ween Wherefore wicked wickedness wild goats Wilt thou wind wisdom words wrath Zophar
Popular passages
Page 101 - My righteousness I hold fast, and will not let it go: my heart shall not reproach me so long as I live.
Page 138 - Surely it is meet to be said unto God, I have borne chastisement, I will not offend any more: That which I see not teach thou me: If I have done iniquity, I will do no more.
Page 161 - Which leaveth her eggs in the earth, And warmeth them in the dust, And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, Or that the wild beast may break them. She is hardened against her young ones, As though they were not hers; Her labour is in vain without fear; Because God hath deprived her of wisdom, Neither hath he imparted to her understanding. What time she lifteth up herself on high, She scorneth the horse and his rider.
Page 70 - Surely such are the dwellings of the wicked, and this is the place of him that knoweth not God.
Page 110 - The blessing of him that was ready to perish came upon me : and I caused the widow's heart to sing for joy. I put on righteousness, and it clothed me : my judgment was as a robe and a diadem.
Page 29 - I loathe it; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.
Page 144 - If they obey and serve him, they shall spend their days in prosperity, and their years in pleasures.
Page 39 - Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay; And wilt thou bring me into dust again?
Page 126 - Darts are counted as stubble: he laugheth at the shaking of a spear. Sharp stones are under him : he spreadeth sharp pointed things upon the mire. He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
Page 28 - When I say, My bed shall comfort me, My couch shall ease my complaint; Then thou scarest me with dreams, And terrifiest me through visions : So that my soul chooseth strangling, And death rather than my life.