Job 29:17

I put on righteousness, and it clothed me.

My justice was as a robe and a diadem.

I was eyes to the blind,

and feet to the lame.

I was a father to the needy.

I researched the cause of him whom I didn’t know.

Then I said, ‘I will die in my own house,

I will count my days as the sand.

My root is spread out to the waters.

The dew lies all night on my branch.

My glory is fresh in me.

My bow is renewed in my hand.’