²⁴ I laugh unto them -- they give no credence, And the light of my face cause not to fall.

⁶ Many are saying, `Who doth show us good?' Lift on us the light of Thy face, O Jehovah,

⁶ For Thou makest him blessings for ever, Thou dost cause him to rejoice with joy, By Thy countenance.

³ For, not by their sword Possessed they the land, And their arm gave not salvation to them, But Thy right hand, and Thine arm, And the light of Thy countenance, Because Thou hadst accepted them.

¹³ A joyful heart maketh glad the face, And by grief of heart is the spirit smitten.

¹⁷ Iron by iron is sharpened, And a man sharpens the face of his friend.