Job took up his subject again:
Oh, that life was like it used to be, like days when God watched over me;
when his lamp shone on my head, I walked by his light in the dark;
when I was in my prime; when God's counsel was in my tent;
when the Almighty was with me, my children around me;
when my steps were washed with cream and a rock poured out pools of oil for me.