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22 After my words, they spoke no more; my speech settled on them like dew. 23 They waited for me as for rain and drank in my words like spring showers. 24 If I smiled at them, they did not believe it; the light of my countenance was precious. 25 I chose their course and presided as chief. So I dwelt as a king among his troops, as a comforter of the mourners. Job 29:22-25, Berean Standard Bible. Public domain.
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