In my distress I cried unto the Lord, and he heard me. Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book? Like as a father pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear him. How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!
- Psalm 120:1; 56:8; 103:13; 139:17