"As for man, his days are like grass, he flourishes like a flower of the field; the wind blows over it and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more. But....."
"God is my helper. The Lord keeps me alive! ... I will praise your name, O Lord, for it is good. For you have rescued me from my troubles and helped me..."
"A cry is the natural expression of sorrow, and a suitable utterance when all other modes of appeal fail us; but the cry must be alone directed to the...."
"The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it? "I the Lord search the heart and examine the mind, to reward a man according to...."
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