But be thou, O my soul, subject to God: for from him is my patience.
But thou dwellest in the holy place, the praise of Israel.
They cried to thee, and they were saved: they trusted in thee, and were not confounded.
And the Lord was pleased to bruise him in infirmity. If he shall lay down his life for sin, he shall see a long-lived seed: and the will of the Lord shall be prosperous in his hand.
Perfect thou my goings in thy paths: that my footsteps be not moved.
I have cried to thee, for thou, O God, hast heard me: O incline thy ear unto me, and hear my words.