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diff --git a/bible/base_files/engBBE_019_JOB_29_read.txt b/bible/base_files/engBBE_019_JOB_29_read.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5e277db --- /dev/null +++ b/bible/base_files/engBBE_019_JOB_29_read.txt @@ -0,0 +1,27 @@ +Job. +Chapter 29. +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! +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; +While the Ruler of all was still with me, and my children were round me; +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, +The young men saw me, and went away, and the old men got up from their seats; +The rulers kept quiet, and put their hands on their mouths; +The chiefs kept back their words, and their tongues were joined to the roofs of their mouths. +For when it came to their ears, men said that I was truly happy; and when their eyes saw, they gave witness to me; +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. +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 put on righteousness as my clothing, and was full of it; right decisions were to me a robe and a head-dress. +I was eyes to the blind, and feet to him who had no power of walking. +I was a father to the poor, searching out the cause of him who was strange to me. +By me the great teeth of the evil-doer were broken, and I made him give up what he had violently taken away. +Then I said, I will come to my end with my children round me, my days will be as the sand in number; +My root will be open to the waters, and the night mist will be on my branches, +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. +After I had said what was in my mind, they were quiet and let my words go deep into their hearts; +They were waiting for me as for the rain, opening their mouths wide as for the spring rains. +I was laughing at them when they had no hope, and the light of my face was never clouded by their fear. +I took my place as a chief, guiding them on their way, and I was as a king among his army. ... |