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My root is spread out to the waters, And the dew lies all night on my branch.
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My glory is fresh within me, And my bow is renewed in my hand.'
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"Men listened to me and waited, And kept silence for my counsel.
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After my words they did not speak again, And my speech settled on them as dew.
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They waited for me as for the rain, And they opened their mouth wide as for the spring rain.
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If I mocked at them, they did not believe it, And the light of my countenance they did not cast down.
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I chose the way for them, and sat as chief; So I dwelt as a king in the army, As one who comforts mourners.