13 The dying man blessed me,and I made the widow’s heart rejoice.
14 I clothed myself in righteousness, and it enveloped me;my just decisions were like a robe and a turban.
15 I was eyes to the blindand feet to the lame.
16 I was a father to the needy,and I examined the case of the stranger.
17 I shattered the fangs of the unjust and snatched the prey from his teeth.
18 So I thought: I will die in my own nestand multiply my days as the sand.
19 My roots will have access to water, and the dew will rest on my branches all night.