More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold: sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb.

I can count all my bones: they look and stare upon me.

Stir up yourself, and awake to my defense, even unto my cause, my God and my Lord.

But he, being full of compassion, forgave their iniquity, and destroyed them not: yea, many a time turned he his anger away, and did not stir up all his wrath.

Before Ephraim and Benjamin and Manasseh stir up your strength, and come and save us.

The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon.

How sweet are your words unto my taste! yea, sweeter than honey to my mouth!

You have trodden down all them that stray from your statutes: for their deceit is falsehood.

That our barns may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets: