19. my roots opening to water,dew lingering on my branches,
20. my honor newly with me,my bow ever successful in my hand.
21. People listened to me and waited,were silent for my advice.
22. After my speech, they didn’t respond.My words fell gently on them;
23. they waited for me as for rain,opened their mouth as for spring rain.
24. I smiled on them; they couldn’t believe it.They never showed me disfavor.
25. I decided their path, sat as chief.I lived like a king with his troops,like one who comforts mourners.