| Scripture |
Expanded Comments | Additional Comments |
| 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. |
|
|
| 10 The voice of leaders hath been hidden, And their tongue to the palate hath cleaved. |
|
|
| 11 For the ear heard, and declareth me happy, And the eye hath seen, and testifieth [to] me. |
|
|
| 12 For I deliver the afflicted who is crying, And the fatherless who hath no helper. |
|
|
| 13 The blessing of the perishing cometh on me, And the heart of the widow I cause to sing. |
|
|
| 14 Righteousness I have put on, and it clotheth me, As a robe and a diadem my justice. |
|
|
| 15 Eyes I have been to the blind, And feet to the lame [am] I. |
|
|
| 16 A father I [am] to the needy, And the cause I have not known I search out. |
|
|
| 17 And I break the jaw-teeth of the perverse, And from his teeth I cast away prey. |
|
|
| 18 And I say, 'With my nest I expire, And as the sand I multiply days.' |
|
|
| 19 My root is open unto the waters, And dew doth lodge on my branch. |
|
|
| 20 My honour [is] fresh with me, And my bow in my hand is renewed. |
|
|
| 21 To me they have hearkened, Yea, they wait, and are silent for my counsel. |
|
|
| 22 After my word they change not, And on them doth my speech drop, |
|
|
| 23 And they wait as [for] rain for me, And their mouth they have opened wide [As] for the latter rain. |
|
|
| 24 I laugh unto them they give no credence, And the light of my face cause not to fall. |
|
|
| 25 I choose their way, and sit head, And I dwell as a king in a troop, When mourners he doth comfort. |
|
|