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.
20 My strength will be refreshed within me,and my bow will be renewed in my hand.
21 Men listened to me with expectation,waiting silently for my advice.