Those who are trusting in the LORD are like Mount Zion, which cannot be overthrown. They remain forever.

{A song of the stairs} When the LORD turneth again the captivity of Zion, then were we like unto them that dream.

Restore our exiles, LORD, like the streams of the Negev.

Like as the arrows in the hand of the giant, even so are the young children.

Thy wife shall be as the fruitful vine upon the walls of thy house, thy children like the olive branches round about thy table.

May they become like a tuft of grass on a roof top, that withers before it takes root

But I refrain my soul and keep it low, like as a child that is weaned from his mother; Yea, my soul is even as a weaned child.

It is like the precious ointment upon the head, that ran down unto the beard; even unto Aaron's beard, and went down to the skirts of his clothing.

Like the dew of Hermon, which fell upon the hill of Zion. For there the LORD promised his blessing, and life forevermore.

They that make them are like unto them; and so are all they that put their trust in them.

Knowledge like this is too amazing for me. It is beyond my reach, and I cannot fathom it.

Even darkness, will not conceal from thee, - but, night, like day, will shine, So is the darkness, as the light!

They sharpen their tongues like a serpent; adders' poison is under their lips. Selah.

Let my prayer be like incense offered before you, and my uplifted hands like the evening sacrifice.

Let the righteous strike me, it is kindness; let him reprove me, it is like oil on the head; do not let my head refuse it; Yet my prayer is always against evil deeds.

Our bones lie scattered before the pit, like as when one graveth and diggeth up the ground.

For the enemy has persecuted my soul;
He has crushed my life to the ground;
He has made me dwell in dark places, like those who have long been dead.

I stretch out my hands toward you, longing for you like a parched land. Interlude

Answer me quickly, O Lord, my spirit fails;
Do not hide Your face from me,
Or I will become like those who go down to the pit.

Man is like a mere breath;
His days are like a passing shadow.

May our sons in their youth be like full-grown plants, and our daughters like pillars destined to decorate a palace.

They will overflow [like a fountain] when they speak of Your great and abundant goodness
And will sing joyfully of Your righteousness.

He gives snow like wool;
He scatters the frost like ashes.

He casteth forth his ice like morsels. Who is able to abide his frost?

He has not dealt with any other nation like this; they never knew his decrees. Hallelujah!