16 I
was a father to the poor,
And
aI searched out the case
that I did not know.
17 I broke
athe fangs of the wicked,
And plucked the victim from his teeth.
18 “Then I said,
a‘I shall die in my nest,
And multiply
my days as the sand.
19 aMy root
is spread out
bto the waters,
And the dew lies all night on my branch.
20 My glory
is fresh within me,
And my
abow is renewed in my hand.’
21 “
Men listened to me and waited,
And kept silence for my counsel.
22 After my words they did not speak again,
And my speech settled on them
as dew.
New King James Version®, Copyright© 1982, Thomas Nelson. All rights reserved.
