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.

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

The poor and needy search for water, but there is none; their tongues are parched with thirst. But I the LORD will answer them; I, the God of Israel, will not forsake them. I will make rivers flow on barren heights, and springs within the valleys. I will turn the desert into pools of water, and the parched ground into springs.

Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on Thee.

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

The bricks are fallen down, but we will build with hewn stones: the sycamores are cut down, but we will change them into cedars.

Surely the arm of the LORD is not too short to save, nor his ear too dull to hear.