¹⁹ My roots will reach to the water,^(A)
    and the dew will lie all night on my branches.^(B)

¹² A king’s rage is like the roar of a lion,^(A)
    but his favor is like dew^(B) on the grass.^(C)

¹⁹ But your dead^(A) will live, Lord;
    their bodies will rise—
let those who dwell in the dust^(B)
    wake up and shout for joy—
your dew^(C) is like the dew of the morning;
    the earth will give birth to her dead.^(D)