Job longs to return to the months of old, the days when God watched over him. Then God's lamp shone over his head and by its light he walked through darkness. They were the days of his prime: God's friendship was upon his tent, the Almighty was still with him and his children were around him. All seemed abundance, even the rock poured out streams of oil (vv. 1-6).
When he went out to the city gate, the young men withdrew, the aged rose, and princes and nobles fell silent. Whoever heard him blessed him, and whoever saw him gave witness to him, because he rescued the poor who cried for help and the orphan with no one to help him. The blessing of the one about to perish came upon him, and he made the widow's heart sing for joy. He put on righteousness like a robe; he was eyes to the blind and feet to the lame, a father to the needy, and he broke the fangs of the unrighteous to snatch the prey from their teeth (vv. 7-17).
He thought he would die in his nest, his days many as the sand, his roots reaching to the waters and the dew on his branches. His glory stayed fresh and his bow was renewed. Men waited for his counsel and fell silent at his word; his speech dropped on them like rain. He smiled on those who doubted, chose their way and sat as chief, like a king among his troops, like one who comforts mourners (vv. 18-25).