But you, Bethlehem Ephratah, though you be little among the thousands of Judah, yet out of you shall he come forth to me that is to be ruler in Israel; whose goings forth have been from of old, from everlasting.
Truly my soul waits on God: from him comes my salvation. He only is my rock and my salvation; he is my defense; I shall not be greatly moved.
But you are he that took me out of the womb: you did make me hope when I was on my mother’s breasts. I was cast on you from the womb: you are my God from my mother’s belly.
Heaviness in the heart of man makes it stoop: but a good word makes it glad.
