18 Then I said, I shall die in my [a]nest, and I shall multiply my days as the sand.

19 For my root is [b]spread out by the water, and the dew shall lie upon my branch.

20 My glory shall renew toward me, and my bow shall be restored in mine hand.

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Footnotes

  1. Job 29:18 That is, at home in my bed without all trouble and unquietness.
  2. Job 29:19 My felicity doth increase.

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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