0 SAB Job 29

How can he be clean that is born of a woman? 25:4

Trivia: Who escaped by the skin of his teeth?



More of Job's parable

1 Moreover Job continued his parable, and said,

Job continues his parable, saying,

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.

I miss the good old days,

when I lived a happy and carefree life.

11 When the ear heard me, then it blessed me; and when the eye saw me, it gave witness to me:

Everyone liked me and said nice things about me.

12 Because I delivered the poor that cried, and the fatherless, and him that had none to help him.

I helped the poor and fatherless,

and those that had no one else to help them.

13 The blessing of him that was ready to perish came upon me: and I caused the widow's heart to sing for joy.

People blessed me when they died.

I made widow's hearts sing for joy.

14 I put on righteousness, and it clothed me: my judgment was as a robe and a diadem.

I was clothed in righteousness.

I wore justice like a robe.

15 I was eyes to the blind, and feet was I to the lame.

I helped the blind see, and the lame walk.

16 I was a father to the poor: and the cause which I knew not I searched out.

I was a father to the poor, and defended them in court.

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.

I broke the jaws of the wicked,

and plucked the spoil out of his teeth.

20 My glory was fresh in me, and my bow was renewed in my hand.

I was glorious.

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.

Everyone listened to me,

and stopped talking when I told them to.

24 If I laughed on them, they believed it not; and the light of my countenance they cast not down.

I made people happy just by smiling at them.

25 I chose out their way, and sat chief, and dwelt as a king in the army, as one that comforteth the mourners.

I was the king of my own world.

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