²⁰ lo, I pray thee, this city `is' near to flee thither, and it `is' little; let me escape, I pray thee, thither, (is it not little?) and my soul doth live.'

¹⁷⁵ My soul liveth, and it doth praise Thee, And Thy judgments do help me.

⁵ Trust unto Jehovah with all thy heart, And unto thine own understanding lean not.

⁶ In all thy ways know thou Him, And He doth make straight thy paths.

⁷ Be not wise in thine own eyes, Fear Jehovah, and turn aside from evil.

¹³ say, I pray thee, thou `art' my sister, so that it is well with me because of thee, and my soul hath lived for thy sake.'

³⁰ And Lot goeth up out of Zoar, and dwelleth in the mountain, and his two daughters with him, for he hath been afraid of dwelling in Zoar, and he dwelleth in a cave, he and his two daughters.

³ Incline your ear, and come unto me, Hear, and your soul doth live, And I make for you a covenant age-during, The kind acts of David -- that are stedfast.

⁶ Is a trumpet blown in a city, And do people not tremble? Is there affliction in a city, And Jehovah hath not done `it'?