For, lo, they that are far from thee shall perish: thou hast destroyed all them that go a whoring from thee.

Thus were they defiled with their own works, and went a whoring with their own inventions.

Even a sparrow finds a home,
and a swallow, a nest for herself
where she places her young—
near Your altars, Lord of Hosts,
my King and my God.

For He hideth me in a tabernacle in the day of evil, He hideth me in a secret place of His tent, On a rock he raiseth me up.

Thou dost rule them with a sceptre of iron, As a vessel of a potter Thou dost crush them.'

He lieth in wait in a secret place, as a lion in a covert. He lieth in wait to catch the poor, He catcheth the poor, drawing him into his net.

For a day in your house is better than a thousand. It is better to be a door-keeper in the house of my God, than to be living in the tents of sin.

He spread a cloud as a covering
and gave a fire to light up the night.

Which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, and rejoiceth as a strong man to run a race.

The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise.

So that a man shall say, Verily there is a reward for the righteous: verily he is a God that judgeth in the earth.

Thou makest us a reproach to our neighbours, a scorn and a derision to them that are round about us.

{To the chief Musician upon Shoshannim, for the sons of Korah, Maschil, A Song of loves.} My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.

To the Overseer. -- By sons of Korah. 'For the Virgins.' -- A song. God is to us a refuge and strength, A help in adversities found most surely.

As if a friend, as if my brother, I walked habitually, As a mourner for a mother, Mourning I have bowed down.

How long will ye imagine mischief against a man? ye shall be slain all of you: as a bowing wall shall ye be, and as a tottering fence.