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)