In context
19My root lies open to the water, and the dew stays all night on my branches. 20My honor is fresh with me, and my bow is renewed in my hand. 21Men listened to me and waited; they kept silent for my counsel. 22After I had spoken, no one spoke again; my words fell on them drop by drop. 23They waited for me as for the rain and opened their mouths wide as for the spring showers.
