Let each generation tell its children of your mighty acts; let them proclaim your power...Everyone will share the story of your wonderful goodness; they will sing with joy about your righteousness.
Instead, I have calmed and quieted myself, like a weaned child who no longer cries for its mother’s milk. Yes, like a weaned child is my soul within me.
God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear though the earth gives way, though the mountains be moved into the heart of the sea,