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.
Now learn a parable of the fig tree; When his branch is yet tender, and puts forth leaves, you know that summer is near: So likewise you, when you shall see all these things, know that it is near, even at the doors.
You are my witnesses, said Jehovah, and my servant whom I have chosen: that you may know and believe me, and understand that I am he: before me there was no God formed, neither shall there be after me. I, even I, am Jehovah; and beside me there is no savior.
