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Me in his griping arms th' eternal took, And with such mighty force my body shook, That the strong grasp my members sorely bruis'd, Broke all my bones, and all my sinews loos'd.

For clouds the sunbeams levy fresh supplies, And raise recruits of vapours, which arise Drawn from the seas, to muster in the skies.

In leagues of peace the neighbours did agree, And to maintain them God was guarantee.

Job, as a vile offender, God indites, And terrible decrees against me writes, God will not be my advocate, My cause to manage or debate.

Who the rich metal beats, and then with care Unfolds the golden leaves to gild the fields of air.

th' exhaling reeks, that secret rise, Born on rebounding sunbeams through the skies, Are thicken'd, wrought, and whiten'd, till they grow A heavenly fleece A