Confirm to your servant your promise, which you made to the one who honors you.

This is what comforts me in my trouble, for your promise revives me.

Your words are sweeter in my mouth than honey!

Your word is absolutely pure, and your servant loves it!

You will fall; while lying on the ground you will speak; from the dust where you lie, your words will be heard. Your voice will sound like a spirit speaking from the underworld; from the dust you will chirp as if muttering an incantation.

In my heart I store up your words, so I might not sin against you.

Before I was afflicted I used to stray off, but now I keep your instructions.

I take note of the treacherous and despise them, because they do not keep your instructions.

I rejoice in your instructions, like one who finds much plunder.

May my tongue sing about your instructions, for all your commands are just.

He said to his father and mother, “I have not seen him,” and he did not acknowledge his own brothers or know his own children, for they kept your word, and guarded your covenant.

I will bow down toward your holy temple, and give thanks to your name, because of your loyal love and faithfulness, for you have exalted your promise above the entire sky.