17. I broke the jaws of the unjust, and snatched the prey out of his teeth.
18. “Then I thought, ‘I will die in my nest, and multiply my days like the sand.
19. My roots reach the water, and dew lies on my branches all night.
20. My glory is fresh within me, and my bow is renewed in my hand.’
21. “People listened to me and waited, and kept silent for my advice.
22. After I had spoken, they spoke no more; my words fell on them drop by drop.