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.
22 After my word they change not, And on them doth my speech drop,
23 And they wait as 'for' rain for me, And their mouth they have opened wide 'As' for the latter rain.
24 I laugh unto them -- they give no credence, And the light of my face cause not to fall.
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