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18 Then I thought, “I shall die in my nest,
    and I shall multiply my days like the phoenix;[a]
19 my roots spread out to the waters,
    with the dew all night on my branches;
20 my glory was fresh with me,
    and my bow ever new in my hand.”

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  1. Job 29:18 Or like sand

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)

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