They are more precious than gold, yea, than much fine gold; and sweeter than honey and the dropping of the honeycomb.

I may count all my bones. They look, they stare upon me;

Stir up thyself, and awake for my right, for my cause, my God and Lord!

But he was merciful: he forgave the iniquity, and destroyed them not; but many a time turned he his anger away, and did not stir up all his fury:

Before Ephraim and Benjamin and Manasseh, stir up thy strength, and come to our deliverance.

The righteous shall shoot forth like a palm-tree; he shall grow like a cedar on Lebanon.

Our granaries full, affording all manner of store; our sheep bringing forth thousands, ten thousands in our pastures;