My justice was as a robe and a diadem.
I was eyes to the blind,
And feet was I to the lame.
I was a father to the needy;
And the cause of him that I knew not I searched out.”
“The stranger did not lodge in the street;
But I opened my doors to the traveler.”
“Unto me men gave ear, and waited.... |Its Crown of Honor|
And the light of my countenance they cast not down.
I chose out their way, and sat chief,