This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1866 Excerpt: ...had disdain'd to set, deride me, mock-In former times they who me view with mirth, Did dwell in cliffs of valleys, caves of earth. Oh! now, my harp is turn'd to mourning deep; My organ to the voice of them that weep. Wife.--Oh! sorrow! Daughters.--Lamentation! Sisters.--Anguish! Daughters-in-law.--Woe! Wife.--Is't thus ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1866 Excerpt: ...had disdain'd to set, deride me, mock-In former times they who me view with mirth, Did dwell in cliffs of valleys, caves of earth. Oh! now, my harp is turn'd to mourning deep; My organ to the voice of them that weep. Wife.--Oh! sorrow! Daughters.--Lamentation! Sisters.--Anguish! Daughters-in-law.--Woe! Wife.--Is't thus the powers on high their mercies show To righteous men? let wicked ones them praise: Since with the joys of earth are heap'd their days. Job.--Though some remove the landmarks; violently The widow's ox for pledge do drive away; They as wild asses in the desert, go Forth for their prey; when pale the dawn doth glow. They everyone his corn reaps in the field, Gather the wicked's vintage in the weald: They bid the naked go without relief; And, from the hungry, take away the sheaf; Who're wet with showers of the mountains, and, For want of shelter, rocks embracing, stand; Who suffer thirst while they winepresses tread; And oil in walls of rich men--but when shed On such the dawn like shadows 'tis of death; If one knew them, their souls death's terrors sheathe, Not they the vineyard's ways behold, and lo! They are awhile exalted, then brought low. Cut off as tops of ears of corn; worms feed Sweetly on them; they're broken as a reed. Sisters and Daughters-in-law.--Farewell. Wife.--Yes, yes, I knew friends would depart. Oh! few companions seek the broken heart. Daughters-in-law.--Heaven sends these troubles, woman proud, to cure, Thy haughtiness, extravagance, be sure. Sister.--Shall Job's wife know all good, and never ill? Heaven long, thy husband's goblet brimm'd did fill With fortune's rosy wine, now drink the gall. Wife.--I hate ye, hence! Job.--Is this your comfort? All This all the poor returns ye can afford, For sympathy I ever proferr'd you;...
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