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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=369863" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bible Stories: Job (Chapter XX)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Zophar, the Naamathite then spoke: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My spirit has a reply now; <br>My thoughts provide an answer, Oh! <br>I feel ashamed to hear your words, <br>That clearly speaks ill of the Lord’s.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From olden times, since man was made, <br>The triumph of the wicked fade; <br>The impious cannot enjoy, <br>The things on earth since when a boy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Although his pride goes heaven-high, <br>And head in cloud-nine trys to fly, <br>He perishes like his fire<br>That lights his funeral pyre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His flight is dream-like when it came, <br>And fades vision-like sans a name; <br>He never is found anywhere, <br>And vanishes into thin air! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The vigor of his youthful frame, <br>Is made to lie in dust with shame; <br>The evil of his mouth is sweet, <br>Under his tongue, hidden so neat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He cannot let the habit die; <br>His food like venom too does lie; <br>The riches gulped, he vomits all, <br>Disowned by his own belly-wall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He drinks the poison of the asps; <br>The viper’s fangs kill him like wasps; <br>He never sees milk, honey, oil, <br>Nor enjoys fruits of his own toil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With greed he lives on earth life-long, <br>Dissatisfied by wealth got wrong; <br>God never bestows him right clime; <br>He never prospers any time! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In dire straits, he’s thrown at last; <br>God sends His fury very fast; <br>Missiles of war are rained on him, <br>His life is turned so quickly grim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Should he escape the first weapon, <br>Terrors galore shall he fall on; <br>In store for him lies pitch darkness<br>And raging fire sans harness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The earth revolts against him soon; <br>Heavens reveal his guilt by noon; <br>His house is washed away by floods; <br>God’s anger denies him all goods.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is the heritage of men-<br>Wicked in eyes of God, Heaven! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-5-2007</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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My spirit has a reply now; 
My thoughts provide an answer, Oh! 
I feel ashamed to hear your words, 
That clearly speaks ill of the Lord’s.

From olden times, since man was made, 
The triumph of the wicked fad..."></div>
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