17 And I broke the jaws of the wicked man;from his teeth I forced the prey.
18 I said: “In my own nest I shall grow old;I shall multiply years like the phoenix.
19 My root is spread out to the waters;the dew rests by night on my branches.
20 My glory is fresh within me,and my bow is renewed in my hand!”
21 For me they listened and waited;they were silent for my counsel.
22 Once I spoke, they said no more,but received my pronouncement drop by drop.
23 They waited for me as for the rain;they drank in my words like the spring rains.