Psalms 62:3-6

³How long fall ye on a man? all ye slain; as to a wall bowed, and as a wall of stone without mortar cast down.

⁴Nevertheless they thought to put away my price, I ran in thirst; with their mouth they blessed, and in their heart they cursed.

⁵Nevertheless, my soul, be thou subject to God; for my patience is of him.

⁶For he is my God, and my saviour; mine helper, I shall not pass out.