Thou that liftest me up from the gates of death, that I may declare all thy praises in the gates of the daughter of Sion.
Which will not hear the voice of the charmers; nor of the wizard that charmeth wisely.
His own iniquities catch the wicked, and he is fast bound with the ropes of his own sins.
O how hast thou multiplied thy mercy, O God! But the children of men shall put their trust under the covert of thy wings.
He that soweth iniquity shall reap evils, and with the rod of his anger he shall be consumed.
And I became as a man that heareth not: and that hath no reproofs in his mouth.
For the Lord is in the just generation: you have confounded the counsel of the poor man: but the Lord is his hope.
His glory is great in thy salvation: glory and great beauty shalt thou lay upon him.
They shall be inebriated with the plenty of thy house; and thou shalt make them drink of the torrent of thy pleasure.