And yet in a flood of many waters, they shall not come nigh unto Him.
Thou art my refuge from the trouble which hath encompassed me: my joy, deliver me from them that surround me.
I will give thee understanding, and I will instruct thee in this way in which thou shalt go: I will fix My eyes upon thee.
Do not become like the horse and the mule, which have no understanding.
With bit and bridle bind fast their jaws, who come not near unto Thee.
Many are the scourges of the sinner, but mercy shall encompass him that hopeth in the Lord.
Be glad in the Lord and rejoice, ye just: and glory, all ye right of heart.
Glory be to the Father, etc.
Psalm XXXVII.
Domine ne in furore.