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A27998	A paraphrase on the book of Job as likewise on the songs of Moses, Deborah, David, on four select psalms, some chapters of Isaiah, and the third chapter of Habakkuk / by Sir Richard Blackmore.	Blackmore, Richard, Sir, d. 1729.	1700 (1700)	Wing B2641; ESTC R14205	136,050	332

to such amazing height Such is my Grief 's unsufferable Weight My Soul to such extremity is driv'n That I must still implore the God of Heav'n That I may find the Blessing I require That he would grant my passionate desire That he my Life in Mercy would destroy And let me Death for which I long enjoy That he would bowels of Compassion show And loose his Hand to give the fatal blow To welcome Death I would my Arms extend Embrace and hug my Dear tho' ghastly Friend Did I but see the kind Deliverer near Did from the Grave some dawning hope appear This Anodyne my Anguish would appease That with my Life my Grief would quickly cease I 'd then a firm unshaken Courage show Harden'd in Grief and strengthen'd by my Woe I hate to live of Death I 'm not affraid Conscious that Heav'n I strictly have obey'd What is my Strength how weak and how absurd Is it to hope it er'e shall be restor'd What is my End where is my Period set When I no more shall my sad moans repeat Wasted and worn I linger and complain And by prolonging Life prolong my Pain I from your Love and Council hop'd Relief Thought your Discourses would abate my Grief But your perverse unskilful ways confess You know not how to treat your Friend's distress Mistaking my Distemper you enrage The sharp Disease but not the Pain asswage Am I a Marble Rock that cannot feel Are all my Muscles Brass my Sinews Steel That I this mighty Load of Grief must bear While Death which I invoke neglects my Pray'r And at a distance keeps deriding my Despair O ●lip●az was I desponding left Of help without and sense within bereft Yet still a Friend Compassion should express To one in such Affliction and Distress As when with burning heat a Trav'ller ●ry'd Finds out the Brook but sees the Channel dry'd Where he expected cooling Streams should flow Sin●● 't was in Winter fill'd with Ice and Snow But when the Waters felt a warmer heat They rose in Vapours and forsook their Seat Won by the Summer's importuning Ray Th' eloping Flood did from its Channel stray And with enticing Sun-beams stole away The Trav'ller casting down a troubled look Sighs and upbraids the false deceitful Brook Fair Sheba's Convoys and the thirsty Troops Of Tema mourn their disappointed Hopes Con●ounded they express their Grief and Shame To find the Banks without th' expected Stream No less am I amaz'd no less I grieve That you my bosom Friends my hopes deceive You are unable to afford me Aid Seeing my Grief you start and are affraid Do my prodigious Woes my Friends amaze Why do you wildly stare and at a distance gaze Has my Disease this Consternation bred D' ye fear my Ulcers will Infection spred D' ye fear your Friend now Poor will craving grow And beg Supplies of you to ease his Woe Did I e'er importune my Friends to grant Part of their Substance to relieve my want Did ever Iob at your Expence demand To be deliver'd from th' Oppressor's hand If your Instructions can my Ways correct Thankfull I 'll hold my Peace and not reject The Heav'nly Light that will my Crime detect Right Reason's Beams a quick admission find And breaking all Obstructions force the Mind But whom can your Weak Arguments confute Short or beside the Mark you ever shoot Will you your Ignominious Slanders throw And tho' I am your Friend insult my Woe Almost bereft of sense yet I can find Your Words are vain and empty as the Wind. Your Indiscretion far from your Intent With cruel Comforts does my Grief augment You sink me down too low before deprest And in your subtile Snares your Friend Arrest And now if you my Troubles would survey And with deliberate Thoughts my Sorrow weigh You would pronounce I justly did Complain Acquit my Speeches and your own Arraign Return I pray to Reason's Paths return You 'll then assert my Cause my Suff'rings mourn You will de●end my Righteousness and all Your rash and unconsider'd Words recall I do not find my Reason so debas'd Nor yet so undistinguishing my Taste But I can see your words are misapply'd They cannot Truth 's Impartial Test abide CHAP. VII The Life of Man has a determin'd date Fix'd by Divine Irrevocable Fate His Days will at a certain time expire As his who lets his Labour out for Hire The Weary Slave does for the Evening pray Knowing his Labour ceases with the Day Then why should I with toilsom Life opprest Not be allow'd to pray for Death and Rest Th' uneasy Day in ling'ring Pain I spend And think the tedious Night will never end By Night when Men their anxious Thoughts disband And gently strok'd by Slumber's downy hand Reluctant Cares at last from raging cease And Sleep till Morn to give the Wretched Peace Ev'n then my restless Thoughts to vex my Soul In everlasting Agitations roll My salvage Grief let loose like Beasts of Prey By Night grows more outragious than by Day My swelling Sorrows never will subside But higher rise in their Nocturnal Tyde A thousand times I turn but turn in vain I change my Side but always keep my Pain With longing Eyes I seek the dawning Light But Woe succeeds as Day succeeds the Night My Ulcerated Flesh is cloath'd with Worms And Putrefaction every Limb deforms My Days in quick Succession go and come As the swift Shuttle traverses the Loom Lord in Compassion to me call to mind That swift-wing'd Life out-flys the fleetest Wind. No grateful Object more shall please my Sight No more Harmonious Sounds my Ear delight I must for ever my Abode forsake For ever of my Friends my Farewell take Shouldst thou displeas'd give me a frowning Look I sink I dy as if with Light'ning struck As ruin'd Clouds dissolve and flow in Air And ne'er their lost Connexion can repair So he that once descends into the Tomb Before the great and Universal Doom No more his Form and Vigor will resume He 'll never break the Leaden Chains of Death Nor more by turns exclude and draw his Breath He shall no more enjoy his former home Nor from the Grave to his dear Neighbours come Since Life by Common Fate must quickly cease And griping Death will ne'er her Prey release I 'll not refrain but for Compassion Cry For some repose and Ease or else to Dye I 'll speak for Grief is bold and eloquent My Prayers and Crys shall give my Sorrow vent Expostulations and Complaints shall ease My tortur'd Soul and the sharp Pain appease Am I a vast a wild Impetuous Deep That thou art forc'd to set thy Watch and keep Me thus in Bounds Can I e'er dangerous grow E'er pass my Banks and o'er the Region flow Am I a furious Monster of the Main That thou in Fetters dost my Rage restrain No. I extended lye upon my Bed And on my Couch repose my restless Head But then if Sleep around me nodding flyes With

Wisdom they shall all adore And joyful Tydings hear they never heard before Tydings that new and wondrous Things assert That God the Nations will at length convert And of his Kingdom make the Heathen World a part CH. LIII When the Messiah by his Love inclin'd And tender Mercy mov'd to lost Mankind From his Immortal Throne on high descends To compass all his great and glorious Ends Who in the blest Redeemer will believe who 'll the Divine Commissioner receive Or to his Heav'nly Message Credit give He 'll not advance in Pomp and regal State No shouting Crowds shall on his Chariot wait No Harbengers or Heralds shall proclaim His coming down and spread abroad his Fame He shall no Guards no long Retinue take Like earthly Kings that Publick Entrys make He 'll not as Lords and mighty Conq'rours do Vast Armys head the Nations to subdue And found an Empire for th' ambitious Jew Mean and obscure shall be my Servants Birth As that of Plants in dry and barren Earth Expecting some great Gen'ral should arise The Jews his Poor Extraction shall despise They will his Sacred Person too condemn And the great Pow'r and Word of God blaspheme As his Condition and his Birth are low Mean and despis'd his Person too is so They 'll in his Face no Air of Greatness see Nor in his M●en the marks of Majesty He 'll by uncommon Beauty ne'er be known Distinguish'd by Calamity alone His Presence will not cause or Love or Aw But great Contempt from all Spectators draw Hence Men will my Commissioner neglect And all his gracious Overtures reject His Life shall be but one continu'd Chain Of Labour Sorrow and consuming Pain He dayly shall converse with Grief and Woe And with Affliction shall familiar grow Unmeasured Suff'rings exquisite Distress And pondrous Trouble shall his Soul oppress These sad Companions shall around him stay Consume his Flesh and on his Vitals prey Th' obdurate Jews my Servant will defame And of his low Estate express their Shame The guiltless just and wondrous Man shall bear Such heavy Grief and Torments so severe Th' Almighty's high displeasure to atone For other Mens Transgressions not his own He shall the whole Collected Guilt assume Of lost Mankind and suffer in their room Yet will the spiteful Jew blaspheme and say That God did all this Vengeance on him lay To punish his enormous Crimes who ne'er Was known from Virtue 's strictest Rule to err No our Offences all his Pains procure For our Transgressions he 'll his Wounds endure By his most free and merciful Consent He 'll undergo the mighty Punishment Due to the Sins of Men and so remove Th' Almighty's Wrath and make our Peace above He on his Guiltless self our Guilt shall take And by his Suff'rings full attonement make By his sharp Stripes he 'll Ease to us procure And by his Death Eternal Life ensure Since Adam fell all his degenerate Kind The Heav'nly Paths of Virtue have declin'd Fond of their own pernicious sinful way They 're lost like straggling Sheep and gone astray All-gracious God has on his Servant laid The Sins of all for all have disobey'd All the black Streams of Guilt do hither flow As all the Rivers to the Ocean go He that so vast a load would not decline Must sure be conscious of a Strength Divine Justice incens'd did Punishment demand Exacting Payment at th' offenders Hand And since we could not pay so great a Sum The blest Messiah Surety did become He did himself the mighty Debt discharge Due to offended Heav'n and Man enlarge When God's Right-Hand with Vengeance arm'd design'd To execute his Wrath on Humane Kind He interposing on his Guiltless Head Receiv'd the Blow and suffer'd in our Stead For as the harmless Sheep beneath the Shears Is Dumb and all his Suff'rings meekly bears Dos ev'n without Resistance Noise or Strife When to the Slaughter led lay down his Life With like Submission does the Lamb of God Bear furious Persecution's Iron Rod. In prosecution of his blest design His Pains he 'll undergo his Life resign Serene as Heav'n and mild as Love Divine 'T is true at last he shall surmount his Woes Break all the Pow'rs that his high Aims oppose And Triumph o'er the Malice of his Foes He 'll from the Iron Prisons of the Dead And from the Dust raise his Victorious Head He shall with brighter Glory to the Skys After a red and bloody Seting rise The Conq'rour shall ascend in Royal State And Death it self in Chains shall on him wait When thus Exalted he shall live to see A numberless believing Progeny Of his Adopted Sons the Godlike Race Exceed the Stars that Heav'n's high Arches grace A willing Victim he resign'd his Breath In all the Tortures of a ling'ring Death To suffer as a Criminal convey'd The Grave his Bed he with the Wicked made Tho' so much Pain and Shame he underwent Yet was he Righteous Pure and Innocent He all his Ignominious Torments bore Man to his Maker's Favour to restore To raise laps'd Adam's Race from Death and Hell To the most happy State from whence they fell Tho' he was just and spotless yet his God Was pleas'd to bruise and wound him with his Rod. When that a Ransom may for Man be paid He of his Life an Off'ring shall have made He from the Grave shall as a Conq'rour come And next his Father's Throne his former Seat resume Where he shall dwell secure from Death and Pain And endless as his Life shall be his Reign A numerous Seed a pure and Godlike Line Breathing Repentance and Belief Divine Quicken'd by his Prolifi● Death shall crown His Suff'rings past and him their Father own His work compleated he 'll with great content Review the Torments which he underwent He shall enjoy the Travel of his Soul Pleas'd to have drank th' Almighty's wrathful Bowl The Glory of his Father he 'll regard And Man's Redemption as a ful reward For by his Knowledge and Celestial Grace 〈◊〉 many save of Adam's sinful Race He of their Guilt shall the vast Burden bear Shall all their Debt by Sin contracted clear And at th' Almighty's Bar their Advocate appear Therefore th' Eternal said above the Skys My righteous Servant shall in Triumph rise He with the Mighty and the Great shall share Renown Applauses and the Spoils of War Wide as the World shall be his regal Sway And subject Monarchs shall his Laws obey He all triumphant Conq'rours shall excel Rich with the spoils of Death the Grave and Hell His Chariot-Wheels shall drag along the ground Destruction ruin'd with a deadly Wound Captivity expos'd to publick scorn A fetter'd Slave his triumph shall adorn These Honours on my Servant I 'll confer Because he chose the Pains of Death to bear From Man impending Vengeance to avert And of the ruin'd Race a chosen part To save from Death and Hell their due desert THE III Ch. of Habakkuk PARAPHRAS'D AS God

wicked to pretend That I th' Almighty's Laws did ne'er offend But that my Crimes are of so deep a dy As you my Friends suggest I must deny Detect these Crimes that are to me unknown And I 'll the Guilt with Shame and Sorrow own Why in Displeasure dost thou shun my Sight And of thy gracious Eyes withdraw the Light Why hangs this Cloud upon thy frowning Brow Why treatest thou thy Servant as thy Foe Wilt thou to crush me needless Power engage Lavish of Vengeance and profuse of Rage Wilt thou thy keen Immortal Arms employ A poor and helpless Mortal to destroy Wilt thou involv'd in rolling Clouds descend And arm'd with Thunder with a Worm contend Should Storms arise a sapless Leaf to tear The sport of every Wind and blast of Air Must Tempests rage and pointed Light'ning fly And dreadful War infest the troubled Sky Only to chase the empty Straw away To every Spark of Fire an easie Prey Me as a Malefactor God indicts And terrible Decrees against me writes Stern Justice gripes me in her rigid Arms And youthful Guilt afresh my Soul alarms Thou dost my fetter'd Limbs in Prison lay And then with Care dost all my Paths survey Dost closely at my very Heels pursue And with a searching Eye my Footsteps view To mark some great Transgression of thy Laws And for my Condemnation find a Cause Then Putrefaction executes the Doom And does my Flesh as Moths a Vest consume CHAP. XIV Unhappy Man as soon as Born decays He numbers few and those uneasy Days As in a verdant Mead a blowing Flower The suddain Offspring of a Summer Shower Unfolds its Beauty to the Morning Ray But is e'er Evening Cut or fades away So Man a while displays his gawdy Bloom But Death her crooked Scyth does soon assume Mows down and bears her Harvest to the Tomb. He as a Shadow or a Shape of Air Does suddainly dissolve and disappear The Flame of Life does as a Lambent ●ire Or Evening Meteor Shine and strait expire And wilt thou Man regard and condescend With such a Wretch in Judgment to contend I am deriv'd from Man's infected Race A piece extracted from the tainted Mass. Man propagates th' Hereditary Crime Nor does the Stain wear out by length of time From a base Stock can Noble Branches grow Or Crystal Streams from muddy Fountains flow I therefore can't a faultless Life protest I own Offences common to the best Unclean I am but not above the Rest. This is the thing I humbly would demand Why I am singled out and made to stand The chiefest Mark of God's avenging hand Since thou dost know Man's Days and canst relate Their number written in the Rolls of Fate And hast determin'd Lifes laborious Race And set the Bounds o'er which it cannot pass Since his few fleeting Hours are quickly spent And painful Life is its own Punishment Let this su●●ice and do not on him throw A crushing weight of superadded Woe Grant him the Rest his Torments make him ask And let him finish Life's appointed Task For if a Swain with mercenary toil Cuts down a Tree and draws away the Spoil Still there is hope that Tree again may sprout And from its Stock thrust tender-Branches out For tho' the Root defrauded of Supply Appears to Wither in the Ground and Dy Yet when it feels the fresh prolific Flood It will again with youthful Vigour bud But when a dying Man resigns his Breath He ne'er returns from the dark Shades of Death The Sea may suffer by deserting Waves That steal thro' secret subterranean Caves Or by the lighter Steams which fly away Drawn by the Sun's attenuating Ray But Heav'n and Earth in Rivers and in Rain Restore their Spoils and reimburse the Main A flowing River or a standing Lake May their dry Banks and naked Shores forsake Their Waters may exhale and upwards move Their Channel leave to roll in Clouds above But the returning Winter will restore What in the Summer they had lost before The Snow and Rain and Torrents will repay What the warm Sun stole with his plund'ring Ray And by his Summer Inroads bore away But if O Man thy vital Streams desert Their Purple Channels and defraud the Heart With fresh Recruits they ne'er will be supply'd Nor feel their leaping Life's returning Tyde When once the breathless Man has clos'd his Eyes And in the silent Grave extended lies In Death's close Prison he shall still remain He n●'er shall break from the rough Tyrant's Chain When the last stroke of Fate is once receiv'd This mortal Life can never be retriev'd Would God would hide me in some hollow Cave Some place as safe and silent as the Grave Till these black Storms of Wrath which overcast The low'ring Heav'n's around my Head are past As he has done to Life so let him set Bounds to my Grief and not those Bounds forget Since none who enter once the darksome Tomb This mortal Life can afterwards resume 'T is best for me with patient Hope to wait Till God is pleas'd to change this mournful State Till he is pleas'd his Blessings to restore Those sweet Enjoyments I possess'd before Then shall he call and with a gracious Ear He 'll my Defence and Supplications hear Then to his Creature he will Kindness show Revive my Comforts and remove my Woe But oh how different is my present Fate For now th' Allmighty loves to lye in wait To take me halting what a watchful Eye Does he employ my Errors to descry This search he makes as if he Pleasure took To find fresh Reasons to repeat his Stroke He in a strong and secret place has stor'd My Sins as wealthy Men their Treasures hoard He Seals up my Transgressions not a fault Is e'er left out not an ill Word or Thought Nor is th' impending Punishment forgot As a high Hill with stormy Weather worn With inbred Tempests or with Thunder torn Does with its Ruins all the Vally spread But can no more erect his lofty Head Moulder'd to Dust it hopes no more to break The Clouds long Order with its snowy Peak As a vast Rock by Earthquakes once remov'd And from its Base amidst the Ocean shov'd It 's shatter'd Pillars never after reers Nor thrusts his tow'ring Top amidst the Stars As Stones which ever-flowing Waters wear When once dissolv'd their Ruins ne'er repair As sweeping Inundations oft convey Towns Herds and Forrests floating to the Sea Whence to return they never find a way So when thy fatal Darts a Man destroy The World's Delights he shall no more enjoy He never from the Sepulcher shall rise No more revive to see the lightsome Skies He leaves his Honour and his Wealth behind And quite another Face of things will find He 's unconcern'd at what 's transacted here For if his Sons shine in a noble Sphere He 'll not rejoyce nor will he e'er complain If they are crush'd and drag the Pris'ners Chain Hard Fate of Man who either if he