His troops come on together, And cast up their way against me, And encamp round about my tent.
To hear the sighing of the prisoner; To loose those that are appointed to death;
That men may declare the name of Jehovah in Zion, And his praise in Jerusalem;
that ye may be sons of your Father who is in heaven: for he maketh his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sendeth rain on the just and the unjust.
Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom can be no variation, neither shadow that is cast by turning.