| The Book of Job.|
The Harvard Classics. 190914.
| || AND Job again took up his parable, and said,|
| ||Oh that I were as in the months of old|
As in the days when God watched over me;
| ||When his lamp shined upon 1 my head.|
And by his light I walked through darkness;
| ||As I was in the 2 ripeness of my days,|
When the friendship 3 of God was upon my tent;
| ||When the Almighty was yet with me,|
And my children were about me;
| ||When my steps were washed with butter,|
And the rock poured me out streams of oil!
| ||When I went forth to the gate unto the city,|
When I prepared my seat in the street, 4
| ||The young men saw me and hid themselves,|
And the aged rose up and stood;
| ||The princes refrained from talking,|
And laid their hand on their mouth;
| ||The voice of the nobles was hushed, 5|
And their tongue cleaved to the roof of their mouth.
| ||For when the ear heard me, then it blessed me;|
And when the eye saw me, it gave witness unto me:
| ||Because I delivered the poor that cried,|
The fatherless also, that 6 had none to help him.
| ||The blessing of him that was ready to perish came upon me;|
And I caused the windows heart to sing for joy.
| ||I put on righteousness, and it clothed 7 me;|
My justice was as a robe and a diadem. 8
| ||I was eyes to the blind,|
And feet was I to the lame.
| ||I was a father to the needy:|
And the 9 cause of him that I knew not I searched out.
| ||And I brake the jaws 10 of the unrighteous,|
And plucked the prey out of his teeth.
| ||Then I said, I shall die in 11 my nest,|
And I shall multiply my days as the sand:
| ||My root is spread 12 out to 13 the waters,|
And the dew lieth all night upon my branch:
| ||My glory is fresh in me,|
And my bow is renewed in my hand.
| ||Unto me men gave ear, and waited|
And kept silence for my counsel.
| ||After my words they spake not again;|
And my speech distilled upon them.
| ||And they waited for me as for the rain;|
And they opened their mouth wide as for the latter rain.
| ||I smiled on them, when they had no confidence;|
And the light of my countenance they cast not down.
| ||I chose out their way, and sat as chief,|
And dwelt as a king in the army,
As one that comforteth the mourners.