⁷ Thou art my hiding place; thou shalt preserve me from trouble; thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance. Selah.

¹¹⁴ Thou art my hiding place and my shield: I hope in thy word.

⁴ Then will I go unto the altar of God, unto God my exceeding joy: yea, upon the harp will I praise thee, O God my God.

⁷ Thou hast put gladness in my heart, more than in the time that their corn and their wine increased.

¹⁶ I will delight myself in thy statutes: I will not forget thy word.