The Lord shall make the pestilence cleave unto thee, until he have consumed thee
from off the land, whither thou goest to possess it.
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope
thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance,
and my God.
Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome