When my steps were washed with milk, and rivers of oil were flowing out of the rock for me.

When I went out of my door to go up to the town, and took my seat in the public place,

For I was a saviour to the poor when he was crying for help, to the child with no father, and to him who had no supporter.

And Job again took up the word and said,

If only I might again be as I was in the months which are past, in the days when God was watching over me!

I put on righteousness as my clothing, and was full of it; right decisions were to me a robe and a head-dress.

I was a father to the poor, searching out the cause of him who was strange to me.

Then I said, I will come to my end with my children round me, my days will be as the sand in number;

For when it came to their ears, men said that I was truly happy; and when their eyes saw, they gave witness to me;

The blessing of him who was near to destruction came on me, and I put a song of joy into the widow's heart.

I was eyes to the blind, and feet to him who had no power of walking.

When his light was shining over my head, and when I went through the dark by his light.

As I was in my flowering years, when my tent was covered by the hand of God;

My glory will be ever new, and my bow will be readily bent in my hand.

Men gave ear to me, waiting and keeping quiet for my suggestions.

By me the great teeth of the evil-doer were broken, and I made him give up what he had violently taken away.

They were waiting for me as for the rain, opening their mouths wide as for the spring rains.

I took my place as a chief, guiding them on their way, and I was as a king among his army. ...

The rulers kept quiet, and put their hands on their mouths;

I was laughing at them when they had no hope, and the light of my face was never clouded by their fear.

After I had said what was in my mind, they were quiet and let my words go deep into their hearts;

The chiefs kept back their words, and their tongues were joined to the roofs of their mouths.

My root will be open to the waters, and the night mist will be on my branches,

The young men saw me, and went away, and the old men got up from their seats;

While the Ruler of all was still with me, and my children were round me;