Job, Chapter 18

(1) Then answered Bildad the Shuhite, and said, (2) How long will it be ere ye make an end of words? mark, and afterwards we will speak. (3) Wherefore are we counted as beasts, and reputed vile in your sight? (4) He teareth himself in his anger: shall the earth be forsaken for thee? and shall the rock be removed out of his place? (5) Yea, the light of the wicked shall be put out, and the spark of his fire shall not shine. (6) The light shall be dark in his tabernacle, and his candle shall be put out with him. (7) The steps of his strength shall be straitened, and his own counsel shall cast him down. (8) For he is cast into a net by his own feet, and he walketh upon a snare. (9) The gin shall take him by the heel, and the robber shall prevail against him. (10) The snare is laid for him in the ground, and a trap for him in the way. (11) Terrors shall make him afraid on every side, and shall drive him to his feet. (12) His strength shall be hungerbitten, and destruction shall be ready at his side. (13) It shall devour the strength of his skin: even the firstborn of death shall devour his strength. (14) His confidence shall be rooted out of his tabernacle, and it shall bring him to the king of terrors. (15) It shall dwell in his tabernacle, because it is none of his: brimstone shall be scattered upon his habitation. (16) His roots shall be dried up beneath, and above shall his branch be cut off. (17) His remembrance shall perish from the earth, and he shall have no name in the street. (18) He shall be driven from light into darkness, and chased out of the world. (19) He shall neither have son nor nephew among his people, nor any remaining in his dwellings. (20) They that come after him shall be astonied at his day, as they that went before were affrighted. (21) Surely such are the dwellings of the wicked, and this is the place of him that knoweth not God.

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Veni Creator

Come, O Creator Spirit blest! And in our souls take up Thy rest; Come with Thy grace and heavenly aid, To fill the hearts which Thou hast made. Great Paraclete! To Thee we cry, O highest gift of God most high! O font of life! O fire of love! And sweet anointing from above. Thou in Thy sevenfold gifts art known, The finger of God's hand we own; The promise of the Father, Thou! Who dost the tongue with power endow. Kindle our senses from above, And make our hearts overflow with love; With patience firm and virtue high The weakness of our flesh supply. Far from us drive the foe we dread, And grant us Thy true peace instead; So shall we not, with Thee for guide, Turn from the path of life aside. Oh, may Thy grace on us bestow The Father and the Son to know, And Thee, through endless times confessed, Of both, the eternal Spirit blest. All glory while the ages run Be to the Father and the Son Who rose from death; the same to Thee, O Holy Spirit, eternally. Amen.

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