Job 29:18-20

The Voice

¹⁸     Then I said, “I will pass from this earth in the comfort of my nest.
        My days will be more numerous than a beach’s grains of sand.
¹⁹     My roots will grow deep, spreading out to the water’s edge,
        and in the night, the dew will come to rest on my branches.
²⁰     Respect will be accorded me every day,
        my skill with the bow always new in my hand.”