19. My roots will reach to the water,and the dew will lie all night on my branches.
20. My glory will not fade;the bow will be ever new in my hand.”
21. ‘People listened to me expectantly,waiting in silence for my counsel.
22. After I had spoken, they spoke no more;my words fell gently on their ears.
23. They waited for me as for showersand drank in my words as the spring rain.
24. When I smiled at them, they scarcely believed it;the light of my face was precious to them.
25. I chose the way for them and sat as their chief;I dwelt as a king among his troops;I was like one who comforts mourners.