Knox Bible

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Reason they offer, yet reason all amiss. Their hearts tell them, So brief our time here, so full of discomfort, and death brings no remedy! Never a man yet made good his title to have come back from the grave!

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Whence came we, none can tell; and it will be all one hereafter whether we lived or no. What is our breath, but a passing vapour; what is our reason, but a spark that sets the brain whirling?

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Quench that spark, and our body is turned to ashes; like a spent sigh, our breath is wasted on the air; like the cloud-wrack our life passes away, unsubstantial as the mist yonder sun disperses with its ray, bears down with its heat.

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Time will surely efface our memory, and none will mark the record of our doings.

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Only a passing shadow, this life of ours, and from its end there is no returning; the doom is sealed, and there is no acquittal.

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Come then (they say), let us enjoy pleasure, while pleasure is ours; youth does not last, and creation is at our call;

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of rich wine and well spiced take we our fill. Spring shall not cheat us of her blossoming;

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crown we our heads with roses ere they wither; be every meadow the scene of our wanton mirth.

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Share we the revels all alike, leave traces everywhere of our joyous passing; no part or lot have we but this.

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Helpless innocence shall lie at our mercy; not for us to spare the widow, to respect the venerable head, grown white with years.

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Might shall be our right, weakness count for proof of worthlessness.

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Where is he, the just man? We must plot to be rid of him; he will not lend himself to our purposes. Ever he must be thwarting our plans; transgress we the law, he is all reproof, depart we from the traditions of our race, he denounces us.

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What, would he claim knowledge of divine secrets, give himself out as the son of God?

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The touchstone, he, of our inmost thoughts;

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we cannot bear the very sight of him, his life so different from other men’s, the path he takes, so far removed from theirs!

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No better than false coin he counts us, holds aloof from our doings as though they would defile him; envies the just their future happiness, boasts of a divine parentage.

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Put we his claims, then, to the proof; let experience shew what his lot shall be, and what end awaits him.

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If to be just is to be God’s son indeed, then God will take up his cause, will save him from the power of his enemies.✻

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Outrage and torment, let these be the tests we use; let us see that gentleness of his in its true colours, find out what his patience is worth.

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Sentenced let him be to a shameful death; by his own way of it, he shall find deliverance.✻

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So false the calculations that are blinded by human malice!

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The secret purposes of God they might not fathom; how should they foresee that holiness is requited, how should they pass true award on a blameless life?

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God, to be sure, framed man for an immortal destiny, the created image of his own endless being;

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but, since the devil’s envy brought death into the world,

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they make him their model that take him for their master.✻