¹⁸ “I thought, ‘I will die in my own house,
    my days as numerous as the grains of sand.^(A)
19 My roots will reach to the water,^(B)
    and the dew will lie all night on my branches.^(C)
20 My glory will not fade;^(D)
    the bow^(E) will be ever new in my hand.’^(F)