- He that hath no rule over his own spirit
is like a city that is broken down, and without walls.
The hope of the righteous shall be gladness:
but the expectation of the wicked shall perish. Why art thou cast down, O my soul?
and why art thou disquieted within me?
hope thou in God:
for I shall yet praise him,
who is the health of my countenance, and my God.Next verse!With image