For upon all the glory shall be a defense

Listen, that you may live.

But the wicked are like the tossing sea, which cannot rest, whose waves cast up mire and mud.

Woe is me, for I am ruined! Because I am a man of unclean lips, And I live among a people of unclean lips; For my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts.

Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, Whom shall I send, and who will go for us? Then said I, Here am I; send me.

Grind the faces of the poor.

Those who walk uprightly enter into peace; they find rest as they lie in death.