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I will call upon the LORD, who is worthy to be praised: so shall I be saved from mine enemies.

The LORD is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.

I will love thee, O LORD, my strength.

Surely such are the dwellings of the wicked, and this is the place of him that knoweth not God.

They that come after him shall be astonied at his day, as they that went before were affrighted.

He shall neither have son nor nephew among his people, nor any remaining in his dwellings.

He shall be driven from light into darkness, and chased out of the world.

His remembrance shall perish from the earth, and he shall have no name in the street.

His roots shall be dried up beneath, and above shall his branch be cut off.

It shall dwell in his tabernacle, because it is none of his: brimstone shall be scattered upon his habitation.

His confidence shall be rooted out of his tabernacle, and it shall bring him to the king of terrors.

It shall devour the strength of his skin: even the firstborn of death shall devour his strength.

His strength shall be hungerbitten, and destruction shall be ready at his side.

Terrors shall make him afraid on every side, and shall drive him to his feet.

The snare is laid for him in the ground, and a trap for him in the way.

The gin shall take him by the heel, and the robber shall prevail against him.

For he is cast into a net by his own feet, and he walketh upon a snare.

The steps of his strength shall be straitened, and his own counsel shall cast him down.

The light shall be dark in his tabernacle, and his candle shall be put out with him.

Yea, the light of the wicked shall be put out, and the spark of his fire shall not shine.

He teareth himself in his anger: shall the earth be forsaken for thee? and shall the rock be removed out of his place?

Wherefore are we counted as beasts, and reputed vile in your sight?

How long will it be ere ye make an end of words? mark, and afterwards we will speak.

And the battle increased that day: howbeit the king of Israel stayed himself up in his chariot against the Syrians until the even: and about the time of the sun going down he died.

And a certain man drew a bow at a venture, and smote the king of Israel between the joints of the harness: therefore he said to his chariot man, Turn thine hand, that thou mayest carry me out of the host; for I am wounded.

For it came to pass, that, when the captains of the chariots perceived that it was not the king of Israel, they turned back again from pursuing him.

And it came to pass, when the captains of the chariots saw Jehoshaphat, that they said, It is the king of Israel. Therefore they compassed about him to fight: but Jehoshaphat cried out, and the LORD helped him; and God moved them to depart from him.

Now the king of Syria had commanded the captains of the chariots that were with him, saying, Fight ye not with small or great, save only with the king of Israel.

And the king of Israel said unto Jehoshaphat, I will disguise myself, and I will go to the battle; but put thou on thy robes. So the king of Israel disguised himself; and they went to the battle.

And Micaiah said, If thou certainly return in peace, then hath not the LORD spoken by me. And he said, Hearken, all ye people.