For thou preventest him with the blessings of goodness: thou settest a crown of pure gold on his head.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Gather not my soul with sinners, nor my life with bloody men:
But unto the wicked God saith, What hast thou to do to declare my statutes, or that thou shouldest take my covenant in thy mouth?
And shall not God avenge his own elect, which cry day and night unto him, though he bear long with them?