few days & full of trouble he cometh
up like a flower & is cut down he fleeth also as a shadow & continueth
not. And dost thou open thine eyes upon such a one & bringest me into
judgment with thee]

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My bones are pierced in me in the night season & my sinews take no rest

My skin is black upon me & my bones are burned with heat

The triumphing of the wicked is short, the joy of the hypocrite is but
for a moment

Satan himself is transformed into an Angel of Light & his Ministers
into Ministers of Righteousness

With Dreams upon my bed thou scarest me & affrightest me with Visions

Why do you persecute me as God & are not satisfied with my flesh. Oh
that my words were printed in a Book that they were graven with an iron
pen & lead in the rock for ever

For I know that my Redeemer liveth & that he shall stand in the latter
days upon the Earth & after my skin destroy thou This body yet in my
flesh shall I see God whom I shall see for Myself and mine eyes shall
behold & not Another tho consumed be my wrought Image

Who opposeth & exalteth himself above all that is called God or is
Worshipped]

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For God speaketh once yea twice & Man percieveth it not

In a Dream in a Vision of the Night in deep Slumberings upon the bed
Then he openeth the ears of Men & sealeth their instruction

That he may withdraw Man from his purpose & hide Pride from Man If
there be with him an Interpreter One among a Thousand

then he is gracious unto him & saith Deliver him from going down to the
Pit I have found a Ransom

For his eyes are upon the ways of Man & he observeth all his goings

I am Young and ye are very Old wherefore I was afraid

Lo all these things worketh God oftentimes with Man to bring back his
Soul from the Pit to be enlightened with the light of the living

Look upon the heavens & behold the clouds which are higher than thou

If thou sinnest what doest thou against him or if thou be righteous
what givest thou unto him]

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Who is this that darkeneth counsel by words without knowledge

Then the Lord answered Job out of the Whirlwind

Who maketh the Clouds his Chariot & walketh on the Wings of the Wind

Hath the Rain a Father & who hath begotten the Drops of Dew]

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Canst thou bind the sweet influences of Pleiades or loose the bands of
Orion

Let there Be Light

Let there be A Firma