Amor Próprio

3 (8:4) When I behold thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast established:

4 (8:5) What is the mortal, that thou rememberest him? and the son of man, that thou thinkest of him:

5 (8:6) Yet thou hast made him but a little less than angels, and hast crowned him with honor and glory.

17 And how precious are unto me thy thoughts, O God! how mightily great is their sum!

18 Should I count them, they would be more numerous than the sand: I awake, and I am still with thee.

7 He raiseth up out of the dust the poor, from the dunghill he lifteth up the needy:

8 That he may set him with princes, even with the princes of his people.

7 But the Lord said unto Samuel, Regard not his appearance, nor the height of his stature; because I have rejected him; for not what man looketh on; for man looketh on the eyes, but the Lord looketh on the heart.

14 I will thank thee therefore, that I am so fearfully and wonderfully made: wonderful are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.