But the meek shall inherit the earth, and they will delight in the multitude of peace.
I trust in the Lord. How can you say to my soul, "Sojourn to the mountain, like a sparrow."
From those who resist your right hand, preserve me like the pupil of your eye. Protect me under the shadow of your wings,
Let my soul be filled, as if with marrow and fatness; and my mouth will give praise with exultant lips.
And I will set it in the hand of those who have humiliated you, and who have said to your soul: "Bow down, so that we pass over." And you placed your body on the ground, as a path for them to pass over.