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.
25 I choose their way, and sit head, And I dwell as a king in a troop, When mourners he doth comfort.
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