¹³     The dying spoke their blessings over me,
        and the widows sang their joyful songs honoring what I did.
¹⁴     I adorned myself in righteousness,
        and it covered me;
        my justice fit me like a cloak and turban—
        conveying both my dignity and my authority.
¹⁵     I was the eyes for the blind,
        the feet for the lame,