17. Unless the LORD had been my help, my soul had soon dwelt in silence.
18. When I said, My foot slippeth; thy mercy, O LORD, held me up.
19. In the multitude of my thoughts within me thy comforts delight my soul.
20. Shall the throne of wickedness have fellowship with thee, which frameth mischief by statute?
21. They gather themselves together against the soul of the righteous, and condemn the innocent blood.
22. But the LORD hath been my high tower; and my God the rock of my refuge.