| Chapter 29 |
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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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