“How I long for the months gone by,(A)
    for the days when God watched over me,(B)
when his lamp shone on my head
    and by his light I walked through darkness!(C)
Oh, for the days when I was in my prime,
    when God’s intimate friendship(D) blessed my house,(E)
when the Almighty was still with me
    and my children(F) were around me,(G)
when my path was drenched with cream(H)
    and the rock(I) poured out for me streams of olive oil.(J)

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Oh that I were as in months past, as in the days when God preserved me;

When his candle shined upon my head, and when by his light I walked through darkness;

As I was in the days of my youth, when the secret of God was upon my tabernacle;

When the Almighty was yet with me, when my children were about me;

When I washed my steps with butter, and the rock poured me out rivers of oil;

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