1Job took up his theme again and said:
2Oh, that I were as in the months past, as in the days when God watched over me:
3While he kept his lamp shining above my head, and by his light I walked through darkness;
4As I was in my flourishing days, when God sheltered my tent;
5When the Almighty was still with me, and my children were round about me;
6When my footsteps were bathed in cream, and the rock flowed with streams of oil.
7Whenever I went out to the gate of the city and took my seat in the square,
8The young men saw me and withdrew, and the elders rose up and stood;
9Officials refrained from speaking and covered their mouths with their hands;
10The voice of the princes was silenced, and their tongues stuck to the roofs of their mouths.
11The ear that heard blessed me; the eye that saw acclaimed me.
12For I rescued the poor who cried out for help, the orphans, and the unassisted;
13The blessing of those in extremity came upon me, and the heart of the widow I made joyful.
14I wore my righteousness like a garment; justice was my robe and my turban.
15I was eyes to the blind, and feet to the lame was I.
16I was a father to the poor; the complaint of the stranger I pursued,
17And I broke the jaws of the wicked man; from his teeth I forced the prey.
18I said: “In my own nest I shall grow old; I shall multiply years like the phoenix.
19My root is spread out to the waters; the dew rests by night on my branches.
20My glory is fresh within me, and my bow is renewed in my hand!”
21For me they listened and waited; they were silent for my counsel.
22Once I spoke, they said no more, but received my pronouncement drop by drop.
23They waited for me as for the rain; they drank in my words like the spring rains.
24When I smiled on them they could not believe it; they would not let the light of my face be dimmed.
25I decided their course and sat at their head, I lived like a king among the troops, like one who comforts mourners.