The Amalgamation
Job 29
Job again took up his discourse saying,
O that I were in the moons of yore,
As in the days when God watched over me.
When He caused His lamp to shine above my head,
And by His light, I walked through darkness.
When my life was at its best,
When friendship with God blessed my tabernacle.
When Shaddai (the Almighty) was still with me,
My children all about me.
When my feet were bathed in cream,
The rocks poured out streams of oil for me.
When I went out to the city gate,
When I took my seat in the public square,
The young men saw me and stepped aside,
The aged arose and stood still,
The chief men would hold back their speech,
Laying their hand over their mouth,
The voices of the commanders were silenced,
Their tongues held against their palate,
When the ear heard me, it blessed me,
When the eye saw me, it encouraged me,
For I delivered the poor crying out,
The fatherless with none to help,
The blessing of those content with death came upon me,
I caused the widow’s heart to sing joyfully.
I put on righteousness, and it clothed me,
Justice was my cloak and my turban,
I was eyes to the blind,
Feet to the lame,
I was a father to the poor,
I searched out the cause for those I knew not,
I cracked the jaws of the evil doer,
Snatching the prey from their teeth,
So, I thought I would die in my nest,
My days would be multiplied as the phoenix,
My roots spread out to the waters,
The dew all night on my branches.
My vigor remaining fresh within me,
My bow ever new in my hand,
To me they would listen expectantly,
Keeping silence for my counsel,
Once I began speaking, they spoke no more,
My words fell on them gentle as dew,
They waited for my words as for the rain,
Their mouths open wide for spring showers.
When I smiled on them, they scarcely believed it,
The light of my countenance, they would not cast down,
I chose the way for them,
I sat as the head as their chief,
I lived like a king with his troops,
Like one who leads followers,
Job 271