The whole have turned aside, Together they have been filthy: There is not a doer of good, not even one.

They are more desirable than gold, Yea, than much fine gold; and sweeter than honey, Even liquid honey of the comb.

For -- a moment is in His anger, Life is in His good-will, At even remaineth weeping, and at morn singing.

My heart is panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.

Even mine ally, in whom I trusted, One eating my bread, made great the heel against me,

Every one went back, together they became filthy, There is none doing good -- not even one.

Even in heart ye work iniquities, In the land the violence of your hands ye ponder.

Thou hast ascended on high, Thou hast taken captive captivity, Thou hast taken gifts for men, That even the refractory may rest, O Jah God.

Why dost Thou turn back Thy hand, Even Thy right hand? From the midst of Thy bosom remove it.

(Even a sparrow hath found a house, And a swallow a nest for herself, Where she hath placed her brood,) Thine altars, O Jehovah of Hosts, My king and my God.

'Even to the age do I establish thy seed, And have built to generation and generation thy throne. Selah.

Before mountains were brought forth, And Thou dost form the earth and the world, Even from age unto age Thou art God.

And the kindness of Jehovah Is from age even unto age on those fearing Him, And His righteousness to sons' sons,

Blessed is Jehovah, God of Israel, From the age even unto the age. And all the people said, 'Amen, praise Jah!'

Therefore I have loved Thy commands Above gold -- even fine gold.

Jehovah preserveth thy going out and thy coming in, From henceforth even unto the age!

Jerusalem! mountains are round about her, And Jehovah is round about His people, From henceforth even unto the age.

A Song of the Ascents, by David. Lo, how good and how pleasant The dwelling of brethren -- even together!

Even Sihon king of the Amorite, And Og king of Bashan, And all kingdoms of Canaan.

Even Sihon king of the Amorite, For to the age is His kindness.

Keep me from the gin they laid for me, Even snares of workers of iniquity.