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.

⁴⁷ And I will delight myself in thy commandments, which I have loved.

⁹ Deliver me, O Lord, from mine enemies: I flee unto thee to hide me.

²⁰ And the angel of God said unto him, Take the flesh and the unleavened cakes, and lay them upon this rock, and pour out the broth. And he did so.

¹⁸ And I say also unto thee, That thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.

¹⁴ Behold, the third time I am ready to come to you; and I will not be burdensome to you: for I seek not yours but you: for the children ought not to lay up for the parents, but the parents for the children.