That mine adversary had written a book.


Job xxxviii. 11.

Hitherto shalt thou come, but no further; and here shall thy proud waves
be stayed.


Psalm xvi. 6.

The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places.


Psalm xviii. 10.

Yea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind.


Psalm xxiii. 2.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures he leadeth me beside the
still waters.


Psalm xxiii. 4.

Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.