. Sweet stories of God; in the language of childhood and the beautiful delineations of sacred art . od let him get sick andhe was in great pain. Boils came on him and fromhead to foot he was a mass of sores. Then his wife came to Job and said, Dost thoustill trust God? Do so no more, but curse him,though he kill thee for it. Job said, Thou dost not speak wise we have so much good from God, shall wenot be con-tent to take our share of the ills he maysend? In all this Job said not a word that was wrong. Now Job had three friends, who, when theyheard of his hard lot, came to talk with
. Sweet stories of God; in the language of childhood and the beautiful delineations of sacred art . od let him get sick andhe was in great pain. Boils came on him and fromhead to foot he was a mass of sores. Then his wife came to Job and said, Dost thoustill trust God? Do so no more, but curse him,though he kill thee for it. Job said, Thou dost not speak wise we have so much good from God, shall wenot be con-tent to take our share of the ills he maysend? In all this Job said not a word that was wrong. Now Job had three friends, who, when theyheard of his hard lot, came to talk with him and cheerhim. But when they saw him, the change was sogreat they did not know him. Then they rent their clothes and wept, and satdown on the ground near him, but did not speak forsome time, for they could see that his grief was friends thought that Job must have done somegreat sin, else these ills would not have been sentupon him. When they spoke to him they said, Ifthou hast done wrong, do so no more, and God willfree thee from thy pains. Now Job knew that he had done no wrong,. JOB, AND HIS FRIEXDS. (140 H2 History of the Old Testament. and he said to them, You came to soothe me, butwhat you say does not soothe me at all. Did I sendfor you, or ask you to help me ? If you were in suchgrief as I am, I might say hard things of you andcall you bad men. But I would not do so; butwould speak kind words to you, and try to help youbear your ills, and to make your grief less. Then Job spoke of his own griefs, and said: O,that the Lord would put me to death that I mightsuf-fer no more. When I lie down at night I can-not sleep, but toss on my bed in pain and wish theday would dawn. Or, if I fall a-sleep for a while, Ihave the worst kind of dreams, so that I would beglad to die and wake no more in this world. O, thatI had some one to speak to God for me, for he doesnot hear when I pray. Yet I know that he lives whowill save my soul, and that he will come on the earth,and
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