1 Job continued his poems and said,
2 “If only my life could be like it used to be,in the days when God watched over me,
3 when he made his lamp shine on my head,when I walked through the dark in his light.
4 If only I were in the prime of my life ⌊again⌋,when God was an adviser in my tent.
5 When the Almighty was still with meand my children were around me,
6 my steps were bathed in buttermilk,and the rocks poured streams of olive oil on me.