Blessed are all who fear the Lord, who walk in his ways. . . . Thus is the man blessed who fears the Lord. —PSRALM 128:1,4

There are those who rebel against the light, who do not know its ways or stay in its paths. . . . For all of them, deep darkness is their morning; they make friends with the terrors of darkness. —JOB 24:13,17

But I will sing of your strength, in the morning I will sing of your love; for you are my fortress, my refuge in times of trouble. O my Strength, I sing praise to you; you, O God, are my fortress, my loving God.

—PSALM 59:16–17

If you have played the fool and exalted yourself, or if you have planned evil, clap your hand over your mouth! For as churning the milk produces butter, and as twisting the nose produces blood, so stirring up anger produces strife. —PROVERBS 30:32–33

He reached down from on high and took hold of me; he drew me out of deep waters. He rescued me from my powerful enemy, from my foes, who were too strong for me. They confronted me in the day of my disaster, but the Lord was my support. He brought me out into a spacious place; he rescued me because he delighted in me.

—PSALM 18:16–19

“It’s no good, it’s no good!” says the buyer; then off he goes and boasts about his purchase. —PROVERBS 20:14

. . .Thus you will walk in the ways of good men and keep to the paths of the righteous. —PROVERBS 2:20

In the beginning you laid the foundations of the earth, and the heavens are the work of your hands. They will perish, but you remain; they will all wear out like a garment. —PSALM 102:25–26

Let us examine our ways and test them, and let us return to the Lord. Let us lift up our hearts and our hands to God in heaven, and say: “ We have sinned and rebelled and you have not forgiven. ” —LAMENTATIONS 3:40–42

Save me, O God, for the waters have come up to my neck. I sink in the miry depths, where there is no foothold. I have come into the deep waters; the floods engulf me. I am worn out calling for help; my throat is parched. My eyes fail, looking for my God. Those who hate me without reason outnumber the hairs of my head; many are my enemies without cause, those who seek to destroy me. I am forced to restore what I did not steal. —PSALM 69:1–4