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1 And Job addeth to lift up his simile, and saith: -- 2 Who doth make me as in months past, As in the days of God's preserving me? 3 In His causing His lamp to shine on my head, By His light I walk through darkness. 4 As I have been in days of my maturity, And the counsel of God upon my tent. 5 When yet the Mighty One is with me. Round about me -- my young ones, 6 When washing my goings with butter, And the firm rock is with me rivulets of oil. 7 When I go out to the gate by the city, In a broad place I prepare my seat. 8 Seen me have youths, and they, been hidden, And the aged have risen -- they stood up. 9 Princes have kept in words, And a hand they place on their mouth. Job 29:1-9, Young's Literal Translation. Public domain.
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