PSALM 94:3,6,11,14,17-19,22
Lord,
How long shall the wicked triumph
They slay the widow and the stranger
and murder the fatherless
The Lord knoweth the thoughts of man,
that they are vanity
For the Lord will not cast off his people
neither will he forsake his inheritance
Unless the Lord
had been my help
my soul had almost
dwelt in silence
When I said, My foot slippeth
thy mercy, O Lord,
held me up
In the multitude of my thoughts
within me
thy comforts delight my soul
The Lord is my defence
and my God is the rock of my refuge