And all the country wept with a loud voice, and all the people passed over: the king also himself passed over the brook Kidron, and all the people passed over, toward the way of the wilderness.
Yet have I set my king upon my holy hill of Zion.
The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God. They are corrupt, they have done abominable works, there is none that doeth good.
All my bones shall say, LORD, who is like unto thee, which deliverest the poor from him that is too strong for him, yea, the poor and the needy from him that spoileth him?
Mine enemies speak evil of me, When shall he die, and his name perish?
In God I will praise his word, in God I have put my trust; I will not fear what flesh can do unto me.
For, lo, thine enemies make a tumult: and they that hate thee have lifted up the head.