God's fearful judgments shall make evident 

 What he hath done in darkness. Vipers' tongues 

 And the dire poison of the asp, shall be 

 His recompense. Terrors shall strike him through, 

 An inward fire of sharp remorse, unblown 

 By mortal hand, shall on his vitals feed, 

 And all his strength consume. His wealth shall fleet, 

 And they who trusted to become his heirs 

 Embrace a shadow, for his goods shall flow 

 Away, as the false brook forsakes its sands. 

 This is the portion of the hypocrite, 

 The heritage appointed him by God." 

 To Zophar answered Job,— 

 "Hear ye my speech, 

 And when 'tis done, mock on. Not unto man 

 Is my complaint. For were it so, my heart 

 Would sink in darker depths of hopeless woe. 

 Say ye that earth's 'prosperity' rewards 

 The righteous man? Why do the wicked live, 

 Grow old, and magnify themselves in power? 

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