He casts away the scourge—the end is gained.
Fresh as a child's, the wither'd flesh returns,
And life, and health, and joy, are his once more.
With discipline like this, He often tries
The creatures He hath made, to crush the seeds
Of pride, and teach that lowliness of soul
Befitting them, and pleasing in His sight.
Oh Man of Uz—if thou hast aught to add
Unto thy argument—I pray thee, speak!