13 The blessing of the perishing reached me;I made the widow’s heart sing;
14 I put on justice, and it clothed me,righteousness as my coat and turban;
15 I was eyes to the blind,feet to the lame.
16 I was a father to the needy;the case I didn’t know, I examined.
17 I shattered the fangs of the wicked,rescued prey from their teeth.
18 I thought, I’ll die in my nest,multiply days like sand,
19 my roots opening to water,dew lingering on my branches,