1 Moreover Job continued his parable, and said, 2 Oh that I were as in months past, as in the days when God preserved me; 3 When his candle shined upon my head, and when by his light I walked through darkness; 4 As I was in the days of my youth, when the secret of God was upon my tabernacle; 5 When the Almighty was yet with me, when my children were about me; 6 When I washed my steps with butter, and the rock poured me out rivers of oil;

7 When I went out to the gate through the city, when I prepared my seat in the street! 8 The young men saw me, and hid themselves: and the aged arose, and stood up. 9 The princes refrained talking, and laid their hand on their mouth. 10 The nobles held their peace, and their tongue cleaved to the roof of their mouth. 11 When the ear heard me, then it blessed me; and when the eye saw me, it gave witness to me: 12 Because I delivered the poor that cried, and the fatherless, and him that had none to help him. 13 The blessing of him that was ready to perish came upon me: and I caused the widow’s heart to sing for joy. 14 I put on righteousness, and it clothed me: my judgment was as a robe and a diadem. 15 I was eyes to the blind, and feet was I to the lame. 16 I was a father to the poor: and the cause which I knew not I searched out. 17 And I brake the jaws of the wicked, and plucked the spoil out of his teeth.

18 Then I said, I shall die in my nest, and I shall multiply my days as the sand. 19 My root was spread out by the waters, and the dew lay all night upon my branch. 20 My glory was fresh in me, and my bow was renewed in my hand. 21 Unto me men gave ear, and waited, and kept silence at my counsel. 22 After my words they spake not again; and my speech dropped upon them. 23 And they waited for me as for the rain; and they opened their mouth wide as for the latter rain. 24 If I laughed on them, they believed it not; and the light of my countenance they cast not down. 25 I chose out their way, and sat chief, and dwelt as a king in the army, as one that comforteth the mourners.

1 En Job het verder sy spreuk aangehef en gesê:

2 Ag, was ek maar soos in die vorige maande, soos in die dae toe God my bewaar het;

3 toe sy lamp bo my hoof geskyn het, ek by sy lig die duisternis deurwandel het;

4 soos ek was in my herfsdae toe die verborgenheid van God oor my tent was;

5 toe die Almagtige nog by my was, my kinders rondom my;

6 toe my voetstappe gewas is in dikmelk en die rots by my strome van olie uitgegiet het.

7 Toe ek uitgegaan het na die poort, op na die stad toe, op die markplein my sitplek reggemaak het,

8 het die seuns weggekruip as hulle my sien, en grysaards het hulle opgerig en bly staan.

9 Vorste het hulle woorde ingehou en die hand op hul mond gelê.

10 Die stem van edeles is teruggehou, en hulle tong het gekleef aan hul verhemelte.

11 Want het 'n oor net gehoor, dan prys dit my gelukkig; en het 'n oog net gesien, dan gee dit vir my getuienis.

12 Want ek het die ellendige gered wat om hulp geroep het, en die wees en hom wat geen helper het nie.

13 Die seën van hom wat klaar was om onder te gaan, het op my gekom; en die hart van die weduwee het ek laat jubel.

14 Die geregtigheid was my kleed, en ek sy kleed; my reg was soos 'n mantel en 'n tulband.

15 Oë was ek vir die blinde, en voete vir die lamme was ek.

16 'n Vader was ek vir die behoeftiges; en die regsaak van hom wat ek nie geken het nie, het ek ondersoek.

17 En ek het die tande van die kwaaddoener stukkend gebreek en die buit uit sy gebit geslinger.

18 So het ek dan gedink: By my nes sal ek die asem uitblaas, en soos die feniks my dae vermenigvuldig.

19 My wortel staan oop na die water toe, en dou vernag op my tak.

20 My eer is altyd nuut by my, en my boog bly jonk in my hand.

21 Na my het hulle geluister vol verwagting, en hulle het stil my raad aangehoor.

22 N my woorde het hulle nie weer gespreek nie, en my rede het op hulle gedrup.

23 En hulle het op my gewag soos op reën, en hulle mond wyd oopgemaak soos vir lentereëns.

24 Ek het hulle toegelag as hulle moedeloos was, en hulle kon die lig van my gesig nie verdonker nie.

25 Het ek die weg na hulle toe gekies, dan sit ek as voorman en woon soos 'n koning onder die skare, soos een wat treuriges vertroos.