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17 I destroyed the power of cruel men
    and rescued their victims.

18 I always expected to live a long life
    and to die at home in comfort.
19 I was like a tree whose roots always have water
    and whose branches are wet with dew.

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17 I broke the fangs of the wicked
    and snatched the victims(A) from their teeth.(B)

18 “I thought, ‘I will die in my own house,
    my days as numerous as the grains of sand.(C)
19 My roots will reach to the water,(D)
    and the dew will lie all night on my branches.(E)

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