He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
I have hated the congregation of evil doers; and will not sit with the wicked.
But let the righteous be glad; let them rejoice before God: yea, let them exceedingly rejoice.
The hill of God is as the hill of Bashan; an high hill as the hill of Bashan.
He is like a man which built an house, and digged deep, and laid the foundation on a rock: and when the flood arose, the stream beat vehemently upon that house, and could not shake it: for it was founded upon a rock.