Lord, in the way of your decrees I rejoice, as much as in all riches. Yes, your decrees are my delight; they are my counselors. The law of your mouth is to me more precious than thousands of gold and silver pieces. How sweet to my palate are your promises, sweeter than honey to my mouth! Your decrees are my inheritance forever; the joy of my heart they are. I gasp with open mouth in my yearning for your commands. (Psalm 119:14, 24, 72, 103, 111, 131)
Take away all iniquity; accept that which is good and we will render the fruit of our lips. We will say no more, `Our God,' to the work of our hands. In thee the orphan finds mercy." (Hosea 14:2-3)