Oh That I Were as in the Months of Old — Job 29:17–25

And I brake the jaws of the unrighteous,
And plucked the prey out of his teeth.

Then I said, I shall die in my nest,
And I shall multiply my days as the sand:

My root is spread out to the waters,
And the dew lieth all night upon my branch:

My glory is fresh in me,
And my bow is renewed in my hand.

Unto me men gave ear, and waited,
And kept silence for my counsel.

After my words they spake not again;
And my speech distilled upon them.

And they waited for me as for the rain;
And they opened their mouth wide as for the latter rain.

I smiled on them, when they had no confidence;
And the light of my countenance they cast not down.

I chose out their way, and sat as chief,
And dwelt as a king in the army,
As one that comforteth the mourners.