19 My root is spread out to the waters, The dew lies all night on my branch;
20 My glory is fresh in me, My bow is renewed in my hand.'
21 'Men listened to me, waited, And kept silence for my counsel.
22 After my words they didn't speak again; My speech fell on them.
23 They waited for me as for the rain. Their mouths drank as with the spring rain.
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