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1 More­over Job con­tin­ued his para­ble, and said, 2 Oh that I were as in months past, as in the days when God pre­served me; 3 When his can­dle shined upon my head, and when by his light I walked through dark­ness; 4 As I was in the days of my youth, when the se­cret of God was upon my taber­na­cle; 5 When the Almighty was yet with me, when my chil­dren were about me; 6 When I washed my steps with but­ter, and the rock poured me out rivers of oil; 7 When I went out to the gate through the city, when I pre­pared my seat in the street! 8 The young men saw me, and hid them­selves: and the aged arose, and stood up. 9 The princes re­frained talk­ing, and laid their hand on their mouth. 10 The no­bles held their peace, and their tongue cleaved to the roof of their mouth. 11 When the ear heard me, then it blessed me; and when the eye saw me, it gave wit­ness to me: 12 Be­cause I de­liv­ered the poor that cried, and the fa­ther­less, and him that had none to help him. 13 The bless­ing of him that was ready to per­ish came upon me: and I caused the widow's heart to sing for joy. 14 I put on righ­teous­ness, and it clothed me: my judg­ment was as a robe and a di­a­dem. 15 I was eyes to the blind, and feet was I to the lame. 16 I was a fa­ther to the poor: and the cause which I knew not I searched out. 17 And I brake the jaws of the wicked, and plucked the spoil out of his teeth. 18 Then I said, I shall die in my nest, and I shall mul­ti­ply my days as the sand. 19 My root was spread out by the wa­ters, and the dew lay all night upon my branch. 20 My glo­ry was fresh in me, and my bow was re­newed in my hand. 21 Unto me men gave ear, and wait­ed, and kept si­lence at my coun­sel. 22 Af­ter my words they spake not again; and my speech dropped upon them. 23 And they wait­ed for me as for the rain; and they opened their mouth wide as for the lat­ter rain. 24 If I laughed on them, they be­lieved it not; and the light of my coun­te­nance they cast not down. 25 I chose out their way, and sat chief, and dwelt as a king in the army, as one that com­forteth the mourn­ers.