Job
Summary
Job Chapter 29 is Job's nostalgic reflection on his former days of prosperity, honour, and divine favour. He remembers when "God’s lamp shone on my head" and when he was respected by young and old alike in the city gates. Job describes his past role as a champion of the poor, the fatherless, and the widow, and how he "broke the fangs of the wicked." He had hoped to die in his own nest after a long life, like a tree with roots reaching the water. This chapter highlights the profound contrast between Job’s glorious past and his current desolation.
Job continued his discourse:
"How I long for the months gone by, for the days when God watched over me,"
"when his lamp shone on my head and by his light I walked through darkness!"
"Oh, for the days when I was in my prime, when God's intimate friendship blessed my house,"
"when the Almighty was still with me and my children were around me,"
"when my path was bathed in cream and the rock poured out for me streams of olive oil."
"When I went to the gate of the city and took my seat in the public square,"
"the young men saw me and stepped aside and the old men rose to their feet;"
"the chief men refrained from speaking and covered their mouths with their hands;"
"the voices of the nobles were hushed, and their tongues stuck to the roof of their mouths."
"Whoever heard me spoke well of me, and those who saw me commended me,"
"because I rescued the poor who cried out and the fatherless who had none to help them."
"The one who was dying blessed me; I made the widow’s heart sing."
"I put on righteousness as my clothing; justice was my robe and my turban."
"I was eyes to the blind and feet to the lame."
"I was a father to the needy; I took up the case of the stranger."
"I broke the fangs of the wicked and snatched the victims from their teeth."
"I thought, 'I will die in my own nest, my days as numerous as the sand."
"My roots will reach to the water, and the dew will lie all night on my branches."
"My glory will remain fresh in me, the bow ever new in my hand.'"
"People listened to me expectantly, waiting in silence for my counsel."
"After I spoke, they spoke no more; my words fell gently on their ears."
"They waited for me as for rain and drank in my words as the spring rain."
"When I smiled at them, they scarcely believed it; the light of my face was precious to them."
"I chose the way for them and sat as their chief; I dwelt as a king among his troops; I was like one who comforts mourners."