king Wine in their eldest
Brothers house & behold there came a great wind from the Wilderness &
smote upon the four faces of the house & it fell upon the young Men &
they are Dead]

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And there came a Messenger unto Job & said The Oxen were plowing & the
Sabeans came down & they have slain the Young Men with the Sword

Going to & fro in the Earth & walking up and down in it

And I only am escaped alone to tell thee.

While he was yet speaking there came also another & said

The fire of God is fallen from the heaven & hath burned up the flocks &
the Young Men & consumed them & I only am escaped alone to tell thee]

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Did I not weep for him who was in trouble? Was not my Soul afflicted
for the Poor

Behold he is in thy hand: but save his life

Then went Satan forth from the presence of the Lord

And it grieved him at his heart

Who maketh his Angels Spirits & his Ministers a Flaming Fire]

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Naked came I out of my mothers womb & Naked shall I return thither

The Lord gave & the Lord hath taken away. Blessed be the Name of the
Lord

And smote Job with sore Boils from the sole of his foot to the crown of
his head]

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What! shall we receive Good at the hand of God & shall we not also
receive Evil

And when they lifted up their eyes afar off & knew him not they lifted
up their voices & wept. & they rent every Man his mantle & sprinkled
dust upon their heads towards heaven

Ye have heard of the Patience of Job and have seen the end of the Lord]

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Lo let that night be solitary & let no joyful voice come therein

Let the Day perish wherein I was Born

And they sat down with him upon the ground seven days & seven nights &
none spake a word unto him for they saw that his grief was very great]

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Shall mortal Man be more Just than God? Shall a Man be more Pure than
his Maker? Behold he putteth no trust in his Saints & his Angels he
chargeth with Folly

Then a Spirit passed before my face the hair of my flesh stood up]

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But he knoweth the way that I take when he hath tried me I shall come
forth like gold

Have pity upon me! Have pity upon me. O ye my friends for the hand of
God hath touched me

Though he slay me yet will I trust in him

The Just Upright Man is laughed to scorn

Man that is born of a Woman is of