Chapter 29 | |
1 | And Job addeth to lift up his simile, and saith: -- |
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Who doth make me as in months past, As in the days of God's preserving me? |
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In His causing His lamp to shine on my head, By His light I walk through darkness. |
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As I have been in days of my maturity, And the counsel of God upon my tent. |
5 | When yet the Mighty One is with me. Round about me -- my young ones, |
6 | When washing my goings with butter, And the firm rock is with me rivulets of oil. |
7 | When I go out to the gate by the city, In a broad place I prepare my seat. |
8 | Seen me have youths, and they, been hidden, And the aged have risen -- they stood up. |
9 | Princes have kept in words, And a hand they place on their mouth. |
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The voice of leaders hath been hidden, And their tongue to the palate hath cleaved. |
11 | For the ear heard, and declareth me happy, And the eye hath seen, and testifieth to me. |
12 | For I deliver the afflicted who is crying, And the fatherless who hath no helper. |
13 | The blessing of the perishing cometh on me, And the heart of the widow I cause to sing. |
14 | Righteousness I have put on, and it clotheth me, As a robe and a diadem my justice. |
15 | Eyes I have been to the blind, And feet to the lame am I. |
16 | A father I am to the needy, And the cause I have not known I search out. |
17 | And I break the jaw-teeth of the perverse, And from his teeth I cast away prey. |
18 | And I say, `With my nest I expire, And as the sand I multiply days.' |
19 | My root is open unto the waters, And dew doth lodge on my branch. |
20 | My honour is fresh with me, And my bow in my hand is renewed. |
21 | To me they have hearkened, Yea, they wait, and are silent for my counsel. |
22 | After my word they change not, And on them doth my speech drop, |
23 | And they wait as for rain for me, And their mouth they have opened wide As for the latter rain. |
24 | I laugh unto them -- they give no credence, And the light of my face cause not to fall. |
25 | I choose their way, and sit head, And I dwell as a king in a troop, When mourners he doth comfort. |