“Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth? Tell me, if you possess understanding!

For you are my deliverer; under your wings I rejoice.

Furthermore, remember that you were a slave in Egypt, and so be careful to observe these statutes.

Indeed, you are my shelter, a strong tower that protects me from the enemy.

A prayer of Moses, the man of God. O Lord, you have been our protector through all generations!

O Lord our God, you answered them. They found you to be a forgiving God, but also one who punished their sinful deeds.

The traders among the peoples hiss at you; you have become a horror, and will be no more.’”

All who know you among the peoples are shocked at you; you have become terrified and will be no more.’”

Remember that you were a slave in the land of Egypt and the Lord your God redeemed you; therefore, I am commanding you to do this thing today.

You must not hate an Edomite, for he is your relative; you must not hate an Egyptian, for you lived as a foreigner in his land.

Remember that you were slaves in Egypt and that the Lord your God redeemed you from there; therefore I am commanding you to do all this.

Remember that you were slaves in the land of Egypt; therefore, I am commanding you to do all this.

Now Boaz, with whose female servants you worked, is our close relative. Look, tonight he is winnowing barley at the threshing floor.

You made Israel your very own people for all time. You, O Lord, became their God.

You made Israel your very own nation for all time. You, O Lord, became their God.

You have taken notice, for you always see one who inflicts pain and suffering. The unfortunate victim entrusts his cause to you; you deliver the fatherless.

Do not reject me! Do not push your servant away in anger! You are my deliverer! Do not forsake or abandon me, O God who vindicates me!

As for me, I will sing about your strength; I will praise your loyal love in the morning. For you are my refuge and my place of shelter when I face trouble.

For you are a protector for the poor, a protector for the needy in their distress, a shelter from the rainstorm, a shade from the heat. Though the breath of tyrants is like a winter rainstorm,

And with all your abominable practices and prostitution you did not remember the days of your youth when you were naked and bare, kicking around in your blood.