Psalm xxxvii. 25.

I have been young, and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous
forsaken, nor his seed begging bread.


Psalm xxxvii. 35.

Spreading himself like a green bay tree.


Psalm xxxvii. 37.

Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright.


Psalm xxxix. 3.

While I was musing the fire burned.


Psalm xlv. 1.

My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.


Psalm lv. 6.

Oh, that I had wings like a dove!