117Hold me up, and I shall be saved: and your statutes shall be my unceasing delight.
118All who swerve from your statutes you spurn: their cunning is in vain.
119All the wicked of earth you count as dross, therefore I love your charges.
120My flesh, for fear of you, shudders, and I stand in awe of your judgments.
121Justice and right have I practised, do not leave me to my oppressors.