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18 
“Then I said, ‘I shall die in my nest,
And I shall multiply my days as the sand.
19 
‘My root is spread out and open to the waters,
And the dew lies all night upon my branch.
20 
‘My glory and honor are fresh in me [being constantly renewed],
And my bow gains [ever] new strength in my hand.’

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18 “I thought, ‘I will die in my own house,
    my days as numerous as the grains of sand.(A)
19 My roots will reach to the water,(B)
    and the dew will lie all night on my branches.(C)
20 My glory will not fade;(D)
    the bow(E) will be ever new in my hand.’(F)

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