For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
Let thy mercy, O LORD, be upon us, according as we hope in thee.
The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
The backslider in heart shall be filled with his own ways: and a good man shall be satisfied from himself.
And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.
And who is he that will harm you, if ye be followers of that which is good?