Chapter 29

  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.  

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  When yet the Mighty One [is] with me. Round about me -- my young ones,  

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  When washing my goings with butter, And the firm rock [is] with me rivulets of oil.  

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  When I go out to the gate by the city, In a broad place I prepare my seat.  

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  Seen me have youths, and they, been hidden, And the aged have risen -- they stood up.  

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  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.  

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  For the ear heard, and declareth me happy, And the eye hath seen, and testifieth [to] me.  

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  For I deliver the afflicted who is crying, And the fatherless who hath no helper.  

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  The blessing of the perishing cometh on me, And the heart of the widow I cause to sing.  

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  Righteousness I have put on, and it clotheth me, As a robe and a diadem my justice.  

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  Eyes I have been to the blind, And feet to the lame [am] I.  

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  A father I [am] to the needy, And the cause I have not known I search out.  

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  And I break the jaw-teeth of the perverse, And from his teeth I cast away prey.  

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  And I say, 'With my nest I expire, And as the sand I multiply days.'  

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  My root is open unto the waters, And dew doth lodge on my branch.  

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  My honour [is] fresh with me, And my bow in my hand is renewed.  

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  To me they have hearkened, Yea, they wait, and are silent for my counsel.  

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  After my word they change not, And on them doth my speech drop,  

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  And they wait as [for] rain for me, And their mouth they have opened wide [As] for the latter rain.  

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  I laugh unto them -- they give no credence, And the light of my face cause not to fall.  

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  I choose their way, and sit head, And I dwell as a king in a troop, When mourners he doth comfort.  

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