Woe is me! For I have become like one who, after the summer fruit has been gathered, after the vintage has been gleaned, finds no cluster...

The voice of the LORD cries to the city (and he shall save those who fear his name): Hear, O tribe and assembly of the city! Can I forget...

He has told you, O mortal, what is good, and what does the LORD require of you but to do justice, love kindness and walk humbly with your...