Tell the righteous it will be well with them, for they will enjoy the fruit of their deeds.

I have called you by name, you are mine... you are precious in my sight.

All the earth is at rest and is quiet: they are bursting into song. Even the trees of the wood are glad over you, the trees of Lebanon, saying, From the time of your fall no wood-cutter has come up against us with an axe.

The desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose.

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

Stop trusting in man, who has but a breath in his nostrils.

Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.