In my trouble I will call upon the LORD, and complain unto my God. So he shall hear my voice out of his holy temple, and my complaint shall come before him: it shall enter even into his ears. {TYNDALE: In my tribulation I called to the LORD, and cried to my God. And he heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry entered into his ears.}

I will comfort myself in God's word; yea, I will hope in God, and not fear. What can flesh then do unto me?

In God's word will I rejoice, in the LORD's word will I comfort me.

The hill of Bashan is God's hill; the hill of Bashan is a plenteous hill.

Why hop ye so, ye high hills? This is God's hill, in the which it pleaseth him to dwell. Yea, the LORD will abide in it forever.