Book, Chapter

1     1, 7-11 |      hung upon the breast and cried? for should I now so do
2     3, 6-10 |       void of truth. Yet they cried out "Truth, Truth," and
3     7, 1-1  | change. My heart passionately cried out against all my phantoms,
4     7, 17-23|      without all doubting, it cried out, "That the unchangeable
5     8, 8-19 |       God, which all my bones cried out unto me to enter, and
6     9, 4-9  |  wouldest hear them when they cried unto Thee; for by a true
7     9, 4-10 |   gladness in my heart. And I cried out, as I read this outwardly,
8     9, 4-11 |      a loud cry of my heart I cried out in the next verse, O
9    10, 6-9  |   something of Him." And they cried out with a loud voice, "