23 They waited for me as for rain, and they opened their mouth as for belated rains.
24 If I had ever laughed at them, they would not have believed it, and the light of my face was not cast down towards the ground.
25 If I wished to go to them, I sat down first, and, though I sat like a king surrounded by an army, yet I was a comforter to those who mourned.
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