Your wickedness may hurt a man as you are; and your righteousness may profit the son of man.

Upon my right hand they rose together against me; they have hurt my feet, made a way to destroy me,

Now use not men to do violence unto them, that are destroyed already; but where hurt is done, there use they to help.

Did I ever lift up my hand to hurt the fatherless; yea, in the gates where I saw myself to be in authority?

Have I ever rejoiced at the hurt of mine enemy? Or was I ever glad, that any harm happened to him? Oh no.

If any man draw out a sword at him, it shall not hurt him: there may neither spear, javelin, nor breast plate abide him.