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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=369858" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bible Stories: Job (Chapter XIV)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Job Continues: <br> <br>Eve-born, man’s life is transient, <br>And full of troubles, incessant; <br>Akin a flower sprung, that fades<br>Or shadow swift that not abides.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How can you pick on such a one, <br>And bring to judgment for things done? <br>Can there be found a man all clean, <br>And undefiled in life, who’s been? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His days and months are numbers fixed, <br>The limits which he cannot pass! <br>Like hireling, he passes his day; <br>So, let him be and look away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even a tree has hope if cut, <br>It sprouts again with tender shoot; <br>Although in earth, grown old is root, <br>And die in dust, its stump and fruit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Watered by rain, it lives again; <br>And puts young branches, not in vain; <br>Alas, when dies a man, then he, <br>Loses all vigor entirely.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like how the waters of a lake<br>Or stream dry up to ne’er awake, <br>Man sleeps to ne’er rise again, <br>Until no more heavens remain! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Would you then hide me in nether, <br>Until your wrath finds good weather, <br>And fix a time and remember<br>Him as a once-earthly member? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The life of man is drudgery-<br>A wait long brings relief barely; <br>Your call, I would answer you then: <br>Work of your hands you esteem, when; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, you would count my footsteps all, <br>And sins of mine, never recall; <br>And seal my misdeeds in a pouch, <br>My guilt to cover, me you vouch.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As mountain falls and rocks change place, <br>And every stone, waters efface, <br>And waters wash the ground’s top-soil, <br>The hope of man, so you do foil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unknown to him, his sons you hail<br>Or disgrace when you once prevail; <br>With changed a form, he’s sent away, <br>With grieving-soul and pain en way! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-1-2007</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Celes">John Celes</a><div class=q>
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Eve-born, man’s life is transient, 
And full of troubles, incessant; 
Akin a flower sprung, that fades
Or shadow swift that not abides.

How can you pick on such a one, 
And bring to judgment for things done? 
Can there be foun..."></div>
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