Psalm 74:19
"O deliver not the soul of thy turtledove unto the multitude of the wicked: forget not the congregation of thy poor for ever."
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O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
For the needy shall not alway be forgotten: the expectation of the poor shall not perish for ever.
Behold, I send you forth as sheep in the midst of wolves: be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves.
Who are these that fly as a cloud, and as the doves to their windows?
He shall judge thy people with righteousness, and thy poor with judgment.
Though ye have lien among the pots, yet shall ye be as the wings of a dove covered with silver, and her feathers with yellow gold.
I will also leave in the midst of thee an afflicted and poor people, and they shall trust in the name of the LORD.
Thy congregation hath dwelt therein: thou, O God, hast prepared of thy goodness for the poor.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from mount Gilead.
My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.