Oh that I had in the wilderness a lodging-place of wayfaring men!
Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart.
Who has spoken and it came to pass, unless the Lord has commanded it? Is it not from the mouth of the Most High that good and bad come?
O Lord, correct me, but with judgment: not in Your anger, lest You bring me to nothing.
If you would get a contented life, do not grasp too much of the world, do not take in more of the business of the world than God calls you to.
I will weep and wail for the mountains and take up a lament concerning the desert pastures. They are desolate and untraveled, and the lowing of cattle is not heard. The birds of the air have fled and the animals are gone.