But know, that for himself the Lord the godly man doth choose: The Lord, when I on him do call, to hear will not refuse.
God's eyes are on the just; his ears are open to their cry.
Hence from me, wicked workers all; For God hath heard my weeping cries.
Together let my saints unto me gather'd be, Those that by sacrifice have made a covenant with me.
O love the Lord, all ye his saints; because the Lord doth guard The faithful, and he plenteously proud doers doth reward.
My foes shall, when I cry, turn back; I know't, God is for me.
My mouth shall wisdom tell: My heart shall knowledge meditate.
Trust ye not in oppression, in robb'ry be not vain; On wealth set not your hearts, when as increased is your gain.