Job Remembers Better Days
1Again Job took up his discourse saying:
2“O that I could be as in the months gone by, as in the days when God watched over me,
3when His lamp shone above my head, when by His light I walked through darkness;
4as I was in the days of my prime, when God’s intimate friendship was upon my tent,
5when Shaddai was still with me, and my children surrounded me;
6when my steps were bathed with butter, and the rock poured out for me streams of oil.
7When I went out to the city gate, and secured my seat in the public square,
8young men would see me and hide, old men would rise and stand;
9princes refrained from talking and put their hand over their mouths;
10the voice of the nobles was hushed and their tongue stuck to their palate.
11“When the ear heard, it called me blessed, and when the eye saw me, it commended me;
12for I saved the poor who cried for help, and the orphan who had no one to help him;
13the blessing of the dying man came on me, and I made the widow’s heart sing for joy.
14I put on righteousness as my clothing; justice was as my robe and turban.
15I was eyes for the blind and feet for the lame;
16I was a father to the needy, and I investigated the case of one I did not know.
17I broke the jaws of the unjust, and snatched the prey out of his teeth.
18“Then I thought, ‘I will die in my nest, and multiply my days like the sand.
19My roots reach the water, and dew lies on my branches all night.
20My glory is fresh within me, and my bow is renewed in my hand.’
21“People listened to me and waited, and kept silent for my advice.
22After I had spoken, they spoke no more; my words fell on them drop by drop.
23They waited for me as for the rain, and opened their mouths as for spring rain.
24When I joked with them, they hardly believed it; they did not cause the light of my face to fall.
25I chose their way and sat as their chief; I lived as a king among the troops; I was like one who comforts mourners.