Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
Though he fall, he shall not be hurled headlong, For, Yahweh, is holding his hand.
If I say, My foot, hath slipped, Thy lovingkindness, O Yahweh, supporteth me.
Sustain me, that I may be saved, and may find dear delight in thy statutes continually.
Simon! Simon! lo! Satan, hath claimed you, to sift as wheat;
I am bent, I am bowed down very low. All the day, have I gloomily walked;
Why shouldst thou be cast down, O my soul? And why shouldst thou moan over me? Wait thou for God, for yet shall I praise him, As the triumph of my presence.
Yahweh, who opened the eyes of the blind, Yahweh, who raiseth the prostrate, Yahweh, who loveth the righteous;
And lo! a woman, having a spirit of weakness eighteen years, - and was bowed together, and unable to lift herself up, at all.