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<HEAD>A Godly Ballad of the Ju&s;t Man <HI>Job.</HI></HEAD>
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<L>Wherein his great patience he doth declare,</L>
<L>His plagues and his mi&s;eries, and yet did not de&s;pair.</L>
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<OPENER>The Tune is, <HI>The Merchant.</HI></OPENER>
<LG>
<L>WAlking all alone,</L>
<L>No not long agone,</L>
<L>I heard one wail and weep;</L>
<L>alas he &s;aid,</L>
<L>I am laid</L>
<L>In &s;orrow &s;trong and deep,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To hear him cry,</L>
<L>I did reply,</L>
<L>and privily abode,</L>
<L>there did I find,</L>
<L>in &s;ecret mind.</L>
<L>the ju&s;t and patient <HI>Job.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>His woful pain</L>
<L>Did me con&s;train,</L>
<L>by force to wail and moan,</L>
<L>God did him prove,</L>
<L>how he did love,</L>
<L>the living Lord alone.</L>
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<LG>
<L>In heavine&s;s,</L>
<L>He did expre&s;s,</L>
<L>the&s;e words with bitter tears,</L>
<L>alas poor man,</L>
<L>wretched I am,</L>
<L>in care my &s;elf out-wares.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This mortal life,</L>
<L>Is but a &s;trife,</L>
<L>a battel great and &s;trong,</L>
<L>my years al&s;o,</L>
<L>to wa&s;t and go,</L>
<L>and not continue long.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The day wherein,</L>
<L>I did begin</L>
<L>to move and &s;tir my breath,</L>
<L>would God I had,</L>
<L>an exchange made,</L>
<L>and turned unto death.</L>
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<LG>
<L>So &s;hould not I</L>
<L>In mi&s;ery,</L>
<L>be wrapped as I am,</L>
<L>the time and day,</L>
<L>well cur&s;e I may,</L>
<L>when to this world I came.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For my faults pa&s;t,</L>
<L>I am out-ca&s;t,</L>
<L>and of all men abhor'd,</L>
<L>O that I might,</L>
<L>once &s;tand in &s;ight,</L>
<L>to rea&s;on with the Lord.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I &s;hould then know,</L>
<L>Why he doth &s;how</L>
<L>this extream cruelty,</L>
<L>upon his fle&s;h,</L>
<L>which is but gra&s;s,</L>
<L>and born is for to dye.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>From top to toe,</L>
<L>I feel with woe,</L>
<L>that &s;orrow is my meat,</L>
<L>put to exile,</L>
<L>with Botch and Boyl,</L>
<L>and dung-hill is my &s;eat.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My Kinsfolk talk</L>
<L>And by me walk,</L>
<L>wondring at my fall,</L>
<L>they count my &s;tate,</L>
<L>unfortunate,</L>
<L>and &s;o for&s;ake me all.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My children five,</L>
<L>Which were alive,</L>
<L>they all be quite de&s;troy'd,</L>
<L>the Plague fell</L>
<L>on my Cattel,</L>
<L>with all that I enjoy'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Should I for them</L>
<L>My God Bla&s;pheme,</L>
<L>and his good gifts de&s;pi&s;e,</L>
<L>that will I not,</L>
<L>but take my lot,</L>
<L>giving his name the prai&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>They were not mine,</L>
<L>But for a time,</L>
<L>I know well it is &s;o,</L>
<L>God gave them me,</L>
<L>why &s;hould not he,</L>
<L>again take them me fro.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus having &s;aid,</L>
<L>Full &s;till I &s;taid,</L>
<L>his end for to behold,</L>
<L>I there did &s;ee,</L>
<L>his felicity,</L>
<L>increa&s;ing manifold.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I know well then,</L>
<L>How patient men,</L>
<L>&s;hould not &s;uffer in vain,</L>
<L>but &s;hall be &s;ure,</L>
<L>to have plea&s;ure,</L>
<L>rewarded for their pain.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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