Job 29:22

My root is spread out to the waters.

The dew lies all night on my branch.

My glory is fresh in me.

My bow is renewed in my hand.’

“Men listened to me, waited,

and kept silence for my counsel.

They waited for me as for the rain.

Their mouths drank as with the spring rain.

I smiled on them when they had no confidence.

They didn’t reject the light of my face.

I chose out their way, and sat as chief.

I lived as a king in the army,

as one who comforts the mourners.