Moby Dick or The Whale / Моби Дик или Белый кит

From thence it is the storm of God’s quick wrath is first descried, and the bow must bear the earliest brunt. From thence it is the God of breezes fair or foul is first invoked for favourable winds. Yes, the world’s a ship on its passage out, and not a voyage complete; and the pulpit is its prow.

Chapter 9. The Sermon

Father Mapple rose, and in a mild voice of unassuming authority ordered the scattered people to condense. “Starboard gangway, there! side away to larboard- larboard gangway to starboard! Midships! midships!”

There was a low rumbling of heavy seaboots among the benches, and a still slighter shuffling of women’s shoes, and all was quiet again, and every eye on the preacher.

He paused a little; then kneeling in the pulpit’s bows, folded his large brown hands across his chest, uplifted his closed eyes, and offered a prayer so deeply devout that he seemed kneeling and praying at the bottom of the sea.

This ended, in prolonged solemn tones, like the continual tolling of a bell in a ship that is foundering at sea in a fog- in such tones he commenced reading the following hymn; but changing his manner towards the concluding stanzas, burst forth with a pealing exultation and joy-

“The ribs and terrors in the whale,

Arched over me a dismal gloom,

While all God’s sunlit waves rolled by,

And lift me deepening down to doom.

“I saw the opening maw of hell,

With endless pains and sorrows there;

Which none but they that feel can tell —

Oh, I was plunging to despair.

“In black distress, I called my God,

When I could scarce believe him mine,

He bowed his ear to my complaints —

No more the whale did me confine.

“With speed he flew to my relief,

As on a radiant dolphin borne;

Awful, yet bright, as lightning shone

The face of my Deliverer God.

“My song forever shall record

That terrible, that joyful hour;

I give the glory to my God,

His all the mercy and the power.

Nearly all joined in singing this hymn, which swelled high above the howling of the storm. A brief pause ensued; the preacher slowly turned over the leaves of the Bible, and at last, folding his hand down upon the proper page, said: “Beloved shipmates, clinch the last verse of the first Chapter of Jonah- �And God had prepared a great fish to swallow up Jonah.