1 And Job again took up his parable, and said,
2 Oh that I were as in the months of old, as in the days when God watched over me;
3 When his lamp shined upon my head, and by his light I walked through darkness;
4 As I was in the ripeness of my days, when the secret of God was upon my tent;
5 When the Almighty was yet with me, and my children were about me;
6 When my steps were washed with butter, and the rock poured me out rivers of oil!
7 When I went forth to the gate unto the city, when I prepared my seat in the street,