And thou wilt diminish him a little more than the messengers, and thou wilt surround him with glory and honor.

To judge the orphan and the dejected, that the man of the earth shall no more add to make afraid.

And I will beat them in pieces as dust upon the face of the wind: I will pour them out as the mire of the streets.

A little to the just one is good more than the wealth of many unjust.

And he will bring me up from the pit of destruction, from the clay of mire, and he will set my feet upon a rock, preparing my goings.

Myrrh and aloes, cassia, all thy garments, from the temples of ivory, by which they gladdened thee.

Thou lovedst evil above good; falsehood more than speaking justice. Silence.

For thy mercy was good more than life; my lips shall praise thee.

I sank in mire of depth, and no standing: I came into depths of waters and the floods overwhelmed me.

Deliver me from the mire and I shall not sink: I shall be delivered from those hating me, and from the depths of waters.

We saw not our signs, no more a prophet: and not with us will it be known how long.

Will Jehovah reject forever? and will he no more add to be satisfied?

They said, Come, and we will cut them off from a nation; and the name of Israel shall no more be remembered.

Free among the dead, as they wounded lying down in the grave, whom thou no more didst remember them, and they were cut off by thy hand.

For the wind passed over upon it and it is not; and its place shall know it no more.

Sinners shall be finished from the earth, and the unjust no more. Praise Jehovah, O my soul

How smooth were thy words to my palate I more than honey to my mouth!

My soul for Jehovah more than they watching for the morning: they watching for the morning.