He allowed the symbol of his strong presence to be captured; he gave the symbol of his splendor into the hand of the enemy.

You are my source of strength! I will wait for you! For God is my refuge.

Praise the Lord! Praise God in his sanctuary! Praise him in the sky, which testifies to his strength!

The wealth of a rich person is like a fortified city, but the poor are brought to ruin by their poverty.

The wealth of a rich person is like a strong city, and it is like a high wall in his imagination.

For to the snow he says, ‘Fall to earth,’ and to the torrential rains, ‘Pour down.’

The Lord swears an oath by his right hand, by his strong arm: “I will never again give your grain to your enemies as food, and foreigners will not drink your wine, which you worked hard to produce.