The Fallen Angel doth challenge the Lord
To a duel—proxy faith ‘gainst suffering:
Empowered to break Job's faith the Dastard
Freely murdered his estate—paltering.
Friends four accuse Job of hypocrisy
In witness of seeming retribution—
Job chides their vainglorious bonhomie:
Perfect and upright prays for preclusion.
His faith perceiveth the Host yet to come,
Stored up on high in God's gilded monstrance:
Wisdom born of suffering doth become
Faith to withstand evil in good conscience.
Volition of faith tried to the extremes,
Enlightens wisdom ere Honor redeems.
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