17 And I break the jaw-teeth of the perverse, And from his teeth I cast away prey.
18 And I say, 'With my nest I expire, And as the sand I multiply days.'
19 My root is open unto the waters, And dew doth lodge on my branch.
20 My honour 'is' fresh with me, And my bow in my hand is renewed.
21 To me they have hearkened, Yea, they wait, and are silent for my counsel.
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