For who in the clouds can be compared to the Lord: or who among the sons of God shall be like to God?
Who his own self bore our sins in his body upon the tree: that we, being dead to sins, should live to justice: by whose stripes you were healed.
For the arrows of the Lord are in me, the rage whereof drinketh up my spirit: and the terrors of the Lord war against me.
He that believeth in the Son, hath life everlasting; but he that believeth not the Son, shall not see life; but the wrath of God abideth on him.
And he said: I cried out of my affliction to the Lord, and he heard me: I cried out of the belly of hell, and thou hast heard my voice.
He hath not dealt with us according to our sins: nor rewarded us according to our iniquities.
A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand: but it shall not come nigh thee.
Unto the end, for Idithun himself, a canticle of David.
For the word of the Lord is right, and all his works are done with faithfulness.
And for pride thou wilt take me as a lioness, and returning thou tormentest me wonderfully.
Let them be confounded and ashamed that seek my soul:
And thou hast cast me forth into the deep in the heart of the sea, and a flood hath compassed me: all thy billows, and thy waves have passed over me.