13 the blessing of the dying man descended on me,and I made the widow’s heart rejoice;
14 I put on righteousness and it clothed me,my just dealing was like a robe and a turban;
15 I was eyes for the blindand feet for the lame;
16 I was a father to the needy,and I investigated the case of the person I did not know;
17 I broke the fangs of the wicked,and made him drop his prey from his teeth.
18 “Then I thought, ‘I will die in my own home,my days as numerous as the grains of sand.
19 My roots reach the water,and the dew lies on my branches all night long.