Job 29
Job’s good ol’ days
Job misses the early years
1Job continued:2How I wish for the good old days,
Back in a time when God protected me.
3His light followed me wherever I went.
He lit my path in the darkness.
4I was in my prime back then.
Everything went my way
Because God watched over my home.
5God was with me then
And so were my children. [1]
6We had more than enough in those days.
We could wash our feet in milk curds. [2]
Olive oil gushed out of the stone presses. [3]
7I remember walking to the city gate [4]
And taking my seat among city leaders.
8Young men respectfully stepped aside.
Older men rose to welcome me.
9Nobles in the crowd stopped talking
To express their respect for me.
10The king’s sons went silent
And they waited before speaking again.
People used to like Job
11People complimented me for what I said.They praised me for what I did.
12I helped the poor
Who asked for help.
I helped the orphan
Who had no one to ask for him.
13People at risk praised me.
Widows became joyful again.
14I wore righteousness like a robe.
I wore justice like a turban crown.
15I became eyesight to the blind,
Feet to the lame,
16Father to the poor,
Advocate for the immigrant.
17I broke the bite of wicked
So they released their prey.
Job hoped to age gracefully
18I thought that late in life,I’d die peacefully at home
After living a good long time. [5]
19I thought my family would grow
Like spreading roots of a tree,
Nourished each night with dew.
20That was my heyday, the glorious days
When I was as strong as a new bow.
21People respectfully waited for me to give advice,
And they listened while I spoke.
22When I finished, they remained quiet,
Letting my advice sink in like morning dew.
23They waited for my advice like waiting for rain.
And they drank my words like spring water.
24My smile jumpstarted their confidence.
They cared about what I thought.
25I told them what they should do,
While I sat among them as a leader.
I lived like a king with his people.
I was the guy people trusted
When life got rough
And they needed comfort.
Footnotes
Job’s children were crushed to death in a windstorm that blew over his oldest son’s house (Job 1:18-19).
Let’s hope Job was not literally washing his feet with curds. Curds are like cottage cheese, yogurt, or tofu, though all four go through different processes. Curds are fermented milk, made from the kind of lumps that we’ve seen develop when we leave the milk out too long. It has been a staple food among Middle Eastern herders for thousands of years. But not for washing feet. Used as a soap, curds would attract bacteria and draw microorganisms onto a person’s body.
This verse more literally says that streams of oil poured out of the rock. But this reads like a poetic word picture of what happens when farmers place layers of olives into a press weighted down by heavy stones. Olive oil drained from below the stones into a vat, where harvesters collected the olive oil into jars made from stone or clay.
The city gate was a popular meeting place. Village leaders often chose that busy spot to conduct business, settle disputes, and judge court cases.
Job wanted to live what the writer literally said is the lifespan of a phoenix. In ancient myths and fables, which were popular stories in Bible times, the phoenix reportedly lived for 500 years or more. When it came time to die, it would gather some twigs and tree sap and build its nest on top of the Temple of the Sun. The sun would ignite the nest, and the old phoenix would die in a blaze of glory. That does not sound like a description of Job, covered with skin sores all over his body.
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