All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise my hurt.
When the Almighty scattered kings in it, it was white as snow in Salmon.
The hill of God is as the hill of Bashan; an high hill as the hill of Bashan.
For thou, LORD, hast made me glad through thy work: I will triumph in the works of thy hands.
For thou hadst cast me into the deep, in the midst of the seas; and the floods compassed me about: all thy billows and thy waves passed over me.