1 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 shone on my head, and by his light I walked through darkness,
4 as I was in the ripeness of my days, when the friendship of God was in my tent,
5 when the Almighty was yet with me, and my children were around me,
6 when my steps were washed with butter, and the rock poured out streams of oil for me,
7 when I went out to the city gate, when I prepared my seat in the street.