N02463:87
The terror of the Lord. Some account of the earthquake that shook New-England, in…
The terror of the Lord. Some account of the earthquake that shook New-England, in the night, between the 29 and the 30 of October. 1727. : With a speech, made unto the inhabitants of Boston, who assembled the next morning, for the proper exercises of religion, on so uncommon, and so tremendous an occasion. : [One line from Corinthians]
Boston: printed by T. Fleet for S. Kneeland, 1727
Title page typeset from the transcription.
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
Ecce, DEI Nutu Tellus Pavefacta tremiscit, Terra tremens mota est sedibus ipsa suis. Nutant Fulera Orbis, Mundi compago soluta est; Ex Vultu irati Contremit ille DEI. Contremuit Tellus, imis Concussa Cavernis, Ponderibus quamquam sit gravis illa suis. Eo•mit ore putres magno cum murmure Ventos, Quos in visceribus clausorat ante suis. Ipsa tremit Tellus Scelerum gravitate Virorum, Sub Sceleris nostri ponder Terra tremit. O Nos quam duri! sunt Ferrea pectora nobis! Non etenim gemimus cum gemit omne solum. Quis Te non metuit, metuit quem Fabrica Mundi, Qu•• que timent Caeli, Terraque tota timet! Motibus a Tantis nunc tandem Terra quiescat; Sed cessent potius Crimina nostra, Precor.
Ecce, DEI Nutu Tellus Pavefacta tremiscit, Terra tremens mota est sedibus ipsa suis. Nutant Fulera Orbis, Mundi compago soluta est; Ex Vultu irati Contremit ille DEI. Contremuit Tellus, imis Concussa Cavernis, Ponderibus quamquam sit gravis illa suis. Eo•mit ore putres magno cum murmure Ventos, Quos in visceribus clausorat ante suis. Ipsa tremit Tellus Scelerum gravitate Virorum, Sub Sceleris nostri pondere Terra tremit. O Nos quam duri! sunt Ferrea pectora nobis! Non etenim gemimus cum gemit omne solum. Quis Te non metuit, metuit quem Fabrica Mundi, Qu•• que timent Caeli, Terraque tota timet! Motibus a Tantis nunc tandem Terra quiescat; Sed cessent potius Crimina nostra, Precor.
Another Aged Hand assumes the Honour of so Translating it:
Lo, Our Great GOD by His Almighty Beck, Makes the affrighted Earth to move & break. The Pillars of the World all shake; The Frame Of Nature fails, when once His Wrath shall flame. The Earth all trembles, and it's Inwards move; Their weight can't bear the ponderous Load above. It belches noisome Winds, with hideous Roar, Which in it's Bowels lay shut up before. It shakes, pressed with the heavy Guilt of Men; The Earth can't bear the Burden of our Sin.