For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.
I cried unto God with my voice, even unto God with my voice; and he gave ear unto me.
In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.
And he made his grave with the wicked, and with the rich in his death; because he had done no violence, neither was any deceit in his mouth.