13 The blessing of the perishing one would come upon me, and I made the widow’s heart sing for joy.
14 I put on righteousness, and it robed me; right-ruling was my cloak and turban.
15 I was eyes to the blind, and I was feet to the lame.
16 I was a father to the poor, and I investigated the case which I did not know.
17 And I broke the jaws of the perverse, and snatched the prey from his teeth.
18 Then I thought I would die in my nest, and increase my days as the sand,
19 my root reaching out to the waters, and dew lying all night on my branch,