For thou art not a God that hath pleasure in wickedness: neither shall evil dwell with thee.
Behold, O God our shield, and look upon the face of thine anointed.
And he cried, A lion: My lord, I stand continually upon the watchtower in the daytime, and I am set in my ward whole nights:
The burden of Dumah. He calleth to me out of Seir, Watchman, what of the night? Watchman, what of the night?