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Rhyming Proverbs: Chapter 2

My son, if you accept my words and store
up my commands within you, turning your
ear unto wisdom, and your heart apply
to understanding–if for it, you’d cry,
call out for insight, and would cry aloud
for understanding, as, for silver, would
you look for it, as something you would find
for hidden treasure, then you’ll understand,
fear of the LORD, of God, some knowledge, found.
For he, the LORD, gives wisdom; from his mouth
come knowledge, understanding. He will hold
success in store for blameless ones, upright,
a shield to those who walk in blamelessness
for he guards that, the course the just would find,
his faithful ones, the way of those, protects.

Then you will understand what is both right
and just and fair–each path that’s good. It, deep,
will wisdom enter there within your heart,
and knowledge, pleasant, to your soul, will seem.
Discretion will protect, and it will guard,
your understanding. Wicked men, their ways,

from them will wisdom save you, those whose words,
perverse, those men who’ve left the paths are straight,
to walk in dark ways, who, in this, delight,
in doing wrong, and in this, they’ll rejoice:
perverseness, evil’s, their paths, they will find,
are crooked, devious, their ways employed.

Will wisdom from the ‘dult’rous woman, save,
the wayward woman, that is their intent:
seductive words, who, up, her partner, gave,
he from her youth, ignored the covenant
before God, what she made. Leads down to death,
is surely where her house leads, and her ways
unto the spirits of the dead. None who’ve been wed
to her, return, the paths of life, attain.

Thus you will walk, those ways the good will drive,
and keep the paths the righteous will maintain.
For they, the upright, in the land, will live,
the blameless, there, the place where they’ll remain;
but they, the wicked, from the land, they’re cleaved,
unfaithful ones will be torn from it, clean.

Rhyming Proverbs: Chapter 1

Of Solomon, the proverbs, David’s son,
he’s Israel’s king, with them is wisdom won,
to gain instruction, and of insight, words,
for understanding; its receipt, that for,
instruction in behavior, prudency,
for doing right and justice, equity;
for giving prudence to those simple ones,
both knowledge and discretion to the young–
Let them, the wise, hear close, and let them add
onto their learning, those discerning ones,
let them get guidance–so they’d understand
both proverbs, parables, those of the wise,
their riddles, sayings. Where true knowledge starts:
fear of the LORD, but then, what fools despise,
both wisdom and instruction, disregard.

Now listen, son, unto your father’s words,
to his instruction, and do not forsake
your mother’s teaching. They, to grace your head,
just like a garland, neck’s adorning chains.

My son, if sinful men, they’d you, entice,
do not give in to them. If they’d cajole:

“Along with us, now come; in wait, we’ll lie
for blood that’s innocent, some harmless soul,
let’s ambush them; let’s swallow them alive,
just like the grave, and like those, whole,
who go down to the pit; the val’uable things
that we will get, with loot, our houses, stored;
cast lots with us; we’ll share the plundering”–

my son, do not, along with them, then go,
your foot not with their vile meanderings,
for into evil, where their feet have sped,
and blood is what it is they’re swift to shed.
How useless that it is to spread a net
where every bird can see it! Their own blood,
ambushing selves, these men will lie in wait!
Such are the paths of all of those who would
(it robs their life) pursue ill-gotten gain;
from those who, it is what they would obtain.
Out in the open wisdom calls out loud,
her voice, she raises, in the public square;
upon the wall, it’s top, where she cries out,
the city gate, she makes her speech, it’s there:

“How long, the gullible, will love their ways,
those ways are simple? How long they delight,
will mockers gladden in their mockery
and fools, all knowledge, that is what they hate?
Repent at my rebuke! Then, pleasantly,
my thoughts, I’ll pour out to you, knowledge, make
of all my teachings. But since you refuse
to listen when I call and no one pays
attention to my gifts that I renew,
since you, all my advice, you disregard
and my rebuke, with that, your enmity,
when it strikes you, my laughter will be hard,
disaster; I’ll mock you, calamity,
when it o’ertakes you like a raging storm,
when, like a whirlwind, it will sweep you o’er,
disaster, when distress and trouble, you,
by both of them, completely are subsumed.

“Then they’ll call to me, I will not respond,
they’ll look for me, but, me, they will not find
since knowledge, what they hated, and did not,
the LORD, choose, him, to fear. Since they denied,
rejected all of my advice, rebuke,
they spurned, they’ll eat of all the fruit expressed,
their ways, and all that fruit, they will consume,
of those, their schemes. The simple’s waywardness,
for that’s what kills them, their complacency,
the fools’, is that, what will destroy them sure;
but whosoe’er will hear my words I speak
will live in safety, and will be at ease,
forever lacking, that, of harm, its fear.”

Rhyming Proverbs: Chapter 1.1-7

Of Solomon, the proverbs, David’s son,
he’s Israel’s king, with them is wisdom won,
to gain instruction, and of insight, words,
for understanding; its receipt, that for,
instruction in behavior, prudency,
for doing right and justice, equity;
for giving prudence to those simple ones,
both knowledge and discretion to the young–
Let them, the wise, hear close, and let them add
onto their learning, those discerning ones,
let them get guidance–so they’d understand
both proverbs, parables, those of the wise,
their riddles, sayings. Where true knowledge starts:
fear of the LORD, but then, what fools despise,
both wisdom and instruction, disregard.

Redsong: Matthew 16.24-25

If any man would, after me, e’er come,
let him deny himself, take up his cross,
and follow me. For if, this, what he wants:
to save his life, then that he’d surely lose;
but whosoe’er, his life, for my sake counts
as loss, again, will surely find it, new.

Rhyming Job, Chapter 42.1-6

Then Job replied, this manner, to the LORD:

“I know that you can do all things; of yours,
no purpose, anyone could ever thwart.
You asked, ‘Who is this that, my plans, obscures,
who’s lacking knowledge?’ How, of things, I spoke
for sure I didn’t understand, conceive,
some things too wonderful for me to know.

“What you said, ‘Listen now, and I will speak;
I’ll question you, and you shall answer me.’
My ears heard of you for my life, entire,
but now I’ve witnessed you with my own eyes.
Therefore myself, now what I full despise,
in dust and ashes, I’ll repent, chastised.”

Rhyming Job, Chapter 38

Then he, the LORD, spoke to Job from the storm.

He said: “Who is this that, my plans, obscures
with words that have no knowledge? Brace yourself
just like a man; I’ve come to question you,
and to my questions, answer me, you shall.

“Where were you when I laid it, that, the earth’s,
foundation. Tell me, if you understand.
Who, its dimensions, marked? You know its girth!
A line to measure, ‘cross it, who expands?
Upon what were its deepest footings sank,
or who, the person, laid its cornerstone —
while all the morning stars, together, sang
and all the angels shouted out for joy?

“Who shut the sea up in its doors so quick,
when from the womb, it burst forth, when I made
the clouds its garment and in darkness, thick,
I wrapped it in; I, limits, for it placed,
its doors and bars are what I firmly fixed,
when I said, ‘Here is where, your proudest waves
the place they’ll halt, this is their further-est’?

“Have you e’er, orders, to the morning, gave,
or shown the dawn the place where it will go,
that it might, by its edges, earth, up, take,
the wicked, clean, from out of it, o’erthrown?
Like clay beneath a seal, the earth takes shape,
its features stand out like those of a garb.
The wicked are denied their light, upraised,
their arm that is, it’s broken off, a nub.

“Have you into the sea’s springs, journeyed there
or walked ‘mongst the recesses of the deep?
Have they been shown to you, the gates of death?
The deepest darkness, its gates, have you seen?
Its vast expanses, comprehend the earth’s,
have you? If you know all of this, tell me.

“What is the way to the abode of light?
And where the darkness presently resides?
Can you take them, their place, specifically?
Do you know paths that to their dwellings, lead?
For you, already born, you know for sure!
For certain you have lived so many years!

“The snow’s storehouses, have you entered them,
or seen storehouses where’s kept all the hail,
that I reserve for times of trouble, and
for days of war and battle? What, the way,
unto that place where, scattered o’er the earth,
the east winds are? Who makes the crevices,
for rain, its torrents, thunderstorm, its paths
to water a land where nobody lives,
a desert that is uninhabited,
a des’late wasteland, satisfy, it would
and sprout with grass? Does rain, distributed,
a father, have? Who fathers drops of dew?
From whose womb comes the ice? Birth, to the frost,
who gives that, from the heavens, hard as stone,
when they, the waters, stillness, what is caused,
when, it, the surface of the deep is froze?

“Can you, up in the Pleiades, bind chains?
Can you, it, loosen, star-Orion’s belt?
The constellations, in their seasons, can
you bring them forth, or with its cubs, compel
the Bear? Do you know all its laws for sure,
those of the heav’ns? Can you for me, assert,
dominion, God’s, establish, o’er the earth?

”Your voice into the clouds, can it, you raise,
with water’s flood, yourself, then, cover o’er?
Do you send bolts of lightning on their way?
Do they report to you, ‘Hey, here we are!’?
Who gives the ibis wisdom, or who gives
the rooster understanding? Count the clouds,
who has the wisdom such a task requires?
Who pours the water jars in heaven out
when dust becomes hard, dry upon the earth,
and they will stick, together, clods of dirt?

“Do you hunt prey for her, the lioness,
the hunger of the lions, satisfy,
they crouch in thickets, when they’re in their dens,
in wait, they lie? Who, food, this bird, provides,
the raven, black, when its young cry to God
and wander all about for lack of food?

Rhyming Job, Chapter 31

“With them, my eyes, I made a covenant,
at women, young, I’d not look lustfully.
From God above, our lot, but what is that,
our heritage from the Almighty, high?
Is it not ruin for those, the wicked men,
disaster for those who do wrong, at fault?
Does he not see my ways, each step of mine?

“If I, with falsehood, how it is I’ve walked,
or hurried, has my foot, after deceit —
In honest scales, may God record my mass,
and that I am as blameless, still, he’ll see —
if my steps have turned off from it, the path,
if my heart has been led by them, my eyes,
or if my hands have been, themselves, defiled,
then may let others eat what I have sown,
my crops uprooted from the place they’ve known.

“If my heart has, by woman, been enticed,
or if my neighbor’s door, at it, I’ve lurked,
then may my wife, another man’s grain, grind,
then any other man may sleep with her.
For that would have been wicked, to be judged
a sin. Like one that burns, it is a fire,
unto Destruction; that, my harvest, would,

“uprooted, have. If justice, I’ve denied,
to servant, female, male, irrelevant,
when they, against me, had their grievances,
when God confronts me, what will I do then?
Called to account, what is my consequence?
Did not he who made me as well make them
inside the womb? Did not the same one form
us both within our mothers? If contempt,
for their desires is what I have, the poor’s,
or let the widow’s eyes, with weariness,
grow, if unto myself, I’ve kept my bread,
if I don’t share it with the fatherless —
but from my youth, I reared them as he would,
a father, and the widow, from my birth,
I guided her — if e’er seen one, I had,
for lack of clothing, perishing from earth,
those needy ones who, garments, what they lack
and their hearts did, no blessing for me, have
for warming them with fleece, from my sheep, cut,
if ‘gainst the fatherless, upraised a hand,
e’en knowing of my influence in court,
then let my arm fall from its shoulder joint,
let it be broken off right at that point.
Destruction, dreaded, that, my God would bring,
for fear, his splendor, I’d ne’er do such things.

“If I’ve put all my trust in gold or tell
to purest gold, ‘You’re my security,’
if I’ve rejoiced o’er my exceeding wealth,
the fortune that my hands have gained for me,
if I regarded, in its rad’iancy,
the sun’s, its splendor, how the moon traversed,
so that my heart, enticed, in secrecy,
and my hand offered them an homage kiss,
then these would be my sins that should be judged
for I’d have been unfaithful, God above.

“If I, at his, my enemy’s, rejoiced,
misfortune, or the trouble, over that
which came to him — my mouth, I’ve not allowed
to sin that way, invoking curses ‘gainst
their life — ‘Who’s not been filled before with meat’
(if those ‘mongst household, mine, ne’er said) ‘from Job?’ —
but strangers, none, e’er sleeping in the street,
for, to the traveler, it’s wide and ope’d,
my door — if I, as people do, enshroud
my sin by hiding guilt deep in my heart
because I was so fearful of the crowd,
I’d dread the clans’ contempt, their low regard,
that I kept silent, go outside, I’d not —

(“Oh, that someone, my pleas, would hear! I sign
now my defense — let the Almighty God,
now answer me; let him, now, me, indict,
in writing, my accuser, put it down.
I’d surely wear it on my shoulder, I
would put it on my head just like a crown.
I’d give account of ev’ry step of mine
to him; a presentation that comports
with how you’d give a ruler a report.) —

“if my land cries out ‘gainst me and they’re wet,
its furrows, all of them, with weeping tears,
if I’ve devoured its yield, no payment spent,
if I broke tenants’ spirits, made them fear,
not wheat but briars, from the soil, would raise,
and stinkweed in my field, in barley’s place.”

Job’s words here, ended; none more, he conveyed.

Rhyming Job, Chapter 28: Interlude

There is a mine for silver and a place
where gold’s refined. It’s from the earth, they take
the iron, copper smelted from the ore.
An end to darkness, mortal man ensures;
they search out all the farthest recesses
for ore in blackest darkness. Distances,
from human dwellings, there, a shaft, they cleaved,
in places that, untouched by human feet;
they dangle, sway, from others, far away.
The earth, from which all food’s conveyed,
transformed as well below as if by fire;
the rocks, the lapis lazuli perspires.
Its dust, some golden nuggets, will contain.
This hidden path, known by no bird of prey,
No falcon’s eyes has ever witnessed it.
The proud beasts will ne’er on it, their feet, set,
no lion prowls there. People’s hands assault
The mountains’ roots laid bare, the flinty rock
They tunnel through the rock; their eyes see all
its treasures. Ev’ry river’s source would find,
and bring the hidden things out in the light.

But where can wisdom be found here on earth?
What place is understanding dwelling here?
No mortal does, its value, comprehend;
It cannot be found in the living’s land.
The deep says, “It is not in me”; the sea
Says, “It is not with me.” Not with that, e’en,
the finest gold, could it e’er be acquired.
In silver, it cannot be weighed, its price.
It can’t be bought with gold that’s from Ophir,
with lapis lazuli, and onyx, dear.
Not gold nor crystal can, with it, compare,
nor can it be, for jewels of gold, acquired.
Not coral, jasper, worthy to be named;
The rubies’ value, more for wisdom, paid.
The topaz found in Cush cannot compare;
it can’t be bought with gold, that’s pure, most rare.

Where then does wisdom come from? Where it dwells,
does understanding? From their eyes, concealed,
of ev’ry living thing, e’en from the birds,
up in the sky, its place can’t be observed.
Destruction, Death, now both of them will say,
“It’s just a rumor, to our ears, conveyed.”
God understands the method to it all
and he alone knows where it, wisdom, dwells.
For he views all the earth, to all its ends
and he sees everything beneath the heav’ns.
When he established wind, its power, force,
and measured out the waters, the earth, o’er,
when he made a decree for where the rain,
and paths for thunderstorms, he’d designate,
at wisdom, where he looked, and full appraised
it; he confirmed and tested it, and said
unto the human race, “What wisdom is–
Fear of the Lord, and understanding, this:
to evil, shun.” Job, this, with his defense, . . .

Rhyming Job, Chapter 23

“It’s bitter, my complaint, the present tense,
His hand is heavy,” this how Job replied.
“In spite of all my groaning I express.
If only I knew where him, I could find;

“If only I could, to his dwelling, go!
I would, before him, honest, state my case
With heady arguments, my mouth, bestow.
I would find out his answer that I’d face.

“Consider that, what he would say to me.
Would he oppose me now vigorously?
No, he’d no charges ‘gainst me pressing-ly.
The upright, innocence establishing.

“Before him, there, forever from my judge,
The place from where I’d be deliverèd.

“But he’s not there if I go to the east;
If, to the west, my sight, he won’t eclipse.
When in the north he works, him, I won’t see;
When he turns to the south, I catch no glimpse

“of him. But he knows that, the way I take;
When he’s, me, tested, I’ll come forth as gold.
My feet have closely followed all his ways;
To his paths, I have kept, not turned aside.

“I’ve not departed from his lips’ commands;
His words, I’ve treasured, more than daily bread.

“Alone he stands, and who does, him, oppose?
Does what he wants, whate’er that he might please.
He carries out, against me, his decree,
And many plans that he still has in store.
That’s why I’m terrified of him, before;
When I think of all this, I fear him more.
God’s made my heart faint; I am terrified
By the Almighty. Yet, not silencèd,
Though darkness, thick, face-covering applied.”