Thou art near, O LORD; and all thy commandments are truth.

O daughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed; happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee as thou hast served us.

Thou compassest my path and my lying down, and art acquainted with all my ways.

If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there.

I said unto the LORD, Thou art my God: hear the voice of my supplications, O LORD.

I cried unto thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.

Teach me to do thy will; for thou art my God: thy spirit is good; lead me into the land of uprightness.

Thou art snared with the words of thy mouth, thou art taken with the words of thy mouth.

Do this now, my son, and deliver thyself, when thou art come into the hand of thy friend; go, humble thyself, and make sure thy friend.

Say unto wisdom, Thou art my sister; and call understanding thy kinswoman:

He that saith unto the wicked, Thou are righteous; him shall the people curse, nations shall abhor him:

Blessed art thou, O land, when thy king is the son of nobles, and thy princes eat in due season, for strength, and not for drunkenness!

Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes.

Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.

O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.

Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves' eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.

Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.

Thou art beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners.

How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!

Yea, the fir trees rejoice at thee, and the cedars of Lebanon, saying, Since thou art laid down, no feller is come up against us.

All they shall speak and say unto thee, Art thou also become weak as we? art thou become like unto us?

How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! how art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations!

But thou art cast out of thy grave like an abominable branch, and as the raiment of those that are slain, thrust through with a sword, that go down to the stones of the pit; as a carcase trodden under feet.

Howl, O gate; cry, O city; thou, whole Palestina, art dissolved: for there shall come from the north a smoke, and none shall be alone in his appointed times.

The burden of the valley of vision. What aileth thee now, that thou art wholly gone up to the housetops?