Chapter 14
Behold, your dwelling shall be the fatness of the earth
and the dew of heaven from above; by the sword
shall you live and in such manner serve your brother.
There was a multitude of slain and a great number
of carcasses, and there was no end of their corpses. . .
For in our anger we have slain many of them
and in our self will we have digged down a wall. . .
Yea, we have heaped mischiefs upon them, we have spent
our arrows upon them; they were devoured with burning heat
and with bitter destruction. . .and it shall come to pass
that we shall break their yoke from off our necks.
"Oh, my Lord, oh, my Lord, I am not eloquent,
but am slow of speech and of a slow tongue. . .
You are the Commanding Officer. . .my might and the beginning
of my strength, the excellency of dignity and of power. . .
And to the calling of Your roll I yet say,
'Lord, here am I, and thank Thee for all things'."
"But what of the others — my brethern? What of them?
Who among them hath woe? Who hath sorrow? Who hath
babbling? Who hath wounds without cause, redness of the eyes?
Can You see their countenances, can You hear their voices?"
Lindstrom! . . .Verily, the flakes of his flesh are joined together.
They are firm upon him and they cannot be moved.
His heart is as firm within him as a stone. . .
"Lord, here am I, and thank Thee for all things."
Shearer! . . .There is no healing of his bruise. His wound
is grievous. Let all the earth keep silence before him.
Egan! . . .Behold, he hath scouted the dominion and he cometh
leaping upon mountains, he cometh, and skipping upon the hills.
"Lord, here am I, and thank Thee for all things."
Whitney! . . .Yea, thou are he whom thy brethern shall praise.
They hand shall be in the neck of thine enemies.
"Lord, here am I, and thank Thee for all things."
Mouse! . . .My bowels, my bowels! Oh, my Lord, I am
pained at my very heart, and my heart doth make
a noise in me and I cannot hold my peace. . .
Graham! . . .He is the rock and his work is perfect,
for all his ways are the ways of his judgment.
"Lord, here am I, and thank Thee for all things."
Mason! . . .His visage was so marred more than any man
and his form more so than the sons of a man. . .
Ivey! . . .Lo, be that dasheth in pieces is come up
before Thy face; keep the munition and watch the way,
and make thy loins strong and fortify thy power mightily.
"Lord, here am I, and thank Thee for all things."
Lloyd! . . .The whole head is sick, the whole heart faint
from the sole of the foot even unto they head.
There is not soundness in it but wound. . .and yet,
"Lord, here am I, and thank Thee for all things."
Simmons! . . .Man that is born of a woman is of
few days and full of trouble. Lo, he cometh forth
like a flower and is cut down; also he fleeth
as a shadow and continueth not. Yea, he giveth up
the ghost and where is he? As the waters fail
from the sea and the river decayeth and drieth up,
so he hath layed him down and he riseth not. . .
Chapman! . . .Behold, he standeth behind our wall, and he looketh in at the windows, he showeth himself through the lattice.
"Lord, here am I, and thank Thee for all things."
Only man, among living things, says prayers. Or needs to.
