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17 I broke the fangs of the unrighteous
    and made them drop their prey from their teeth.(A)
18 Then I thought, ‘I shall die in my nest,
    and I shall multiply my days like the phoenix;[a](B)
19 my roots spread out to the waters,
    with the dew all night on my branches;(C)

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  1. 29.18 Or like sand