O Lord, free my soul from lips of iniquity and from the deceitful tongue.

I have been thrown upon you from the womb; from the womb of my mother, you are my God.

and then destitution will meet with you, like a traveler, and poverty, like an armed man. Yet truly, if you would be diligent, then your harvest will arrive like a fountain, and destitution will flee far from you.