¹⁸ And tookest thy broidered garments, and coveredst them: and thou hast set mine oil and mine incense before them.

⁹ And thou wentest to the king with ointment, and didst increase thy perfumes, and didst send thy messengers far off, and didst debase thyself even unto hell.

⁶ Many say, "Who will show us any good?" Yahweh, let the light of your face shine on us.

⁷ You have put gladness in my heart, more than when their grain and their new wine are increased.

⁸ In peace I will both lay myself down and sleep, for you, Yahweh alone, make me live in safety. For the Chief Musician, with the flutes. A Psalm by David.