19 My root is spread out to the waters, The dew lies all night on my branch;
20 My glory is fresh in me, My bow is renewed in my hand.`
21 "Men listened to me, waited, And kept silence for my counsel.
22 After my words they didn`t speak again; My speech fell on them.
23 They waited for me as for the rain. Their mouths drank as with the spring rain.
24 I smiled on them when they had no confidence. They didn`t reject the light of my face.
25 I chose out their way, and sat as chief. I lived as a king in the army, As one who comforts the mourners.
