O give thanks unto the Lord, for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever.

Like as a father pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear him.

But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus.

Then shalt thou call, and the Lord shall answer; thou shalt cry, and he shall say, Here I am. If thou take away from the midst of thee the yoke, the putting forth of the finger, and speaking vanity; And if thou draw out thy soul to the hungry, and satisfy the afflicted soul; then shall thy light rise in obscurity, and thy darkness be as the noon day:

How amiable are thy tabernacles, O Lord of hosts! My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the Lord: my heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God.