I am a firm believer that the Bible is one of the most underrated sources of poetry. This is the King James Version, but I’ve changed a few of the ‘hath’s for ‘has’, and so on. The extract I found for today is from the book of Job, and I just love the imagery here.
He stretches out the north over the empty place, and hangs the earth upon nothing.
He binds up the waters in his thick clouds; and the cloud is not rent under them.
He holds back the face of his throne, and spreads his cloud upon it.
He has compassed the waters with bounds, until the day and night come to an end.
The pillars of heaven tremble and are astonished at his reproof.
He divides the sea with his power, and by his understanding he smites through the proud.
By his spirit he has garnished the heavens; his hand has formed the crooked serpent.
Lo, these are parts of his ways: but how little a portion is heard of him? but the thunder of his power who can understand?
Are there any other Biblical passages you think are utter poetry?
Thanks for reading, and have a lovely day!