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The Book of Job: Pl. 4, and I only am escaped alone to tell thee

William Blake

Cleveland Museum of Art

Black and white illustration of a man running towards a seated man and woman. The running man is on the left, shirtless, wearing a cloth wrapped around his waist, with his right leg extended behind him and his left foot in front. The seated man has long hair and a beard, wearing a long cloth; he sits on a chair with his right hand raised to his face and his left hand on his knee. The woman sits to his right with both hands raised to her head, wearing a long dress that exposes her breasts. A small lamb sits by the chair. In the background, there are hills, a cloudy sky, and a figure in the distance. The image is surrounded by a decorative border and text. The text at the top describes a scene with oxen, Sabeans, and a sword. The text below the image reads, "And I only am escaped alone to tell thee. While he was yet speaking there came also another & said The fire of God is fallen from heaven & hath burned up the flocks & the Young Men & consumed them, & I only am escaped alone to tell thee". The bottom of the image includes publication details.

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