But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for God’s own possession, that you may proclaim the excellence of him who called you out of darkness into his marvelous light.
3 When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have ordained,
4 what is man, that you think of him? What is the son of man, that you care for him?
5 For you have made him a little lower than the angels, and crowned him with glory and honor.
How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is their sum!
If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand. When I wake up, I am still with you.
He raises up the poor out of the dust, and lifts up the needy from the ash heap,
that he may set him with princes, even with the princes of his people.
“Aren’t five sparrows sold for two assaria coins ? Not one of them is forgotten by God.
But the very hairs of your head are all counted. Therefore don’t be afraid. You are of more value than many sparrows.
But Yahweh said to Samuel, “Don’t look on his face, or on the height of his stature, because I have rejected him; for I don’t see as man sees. For man looks at the outward appearance, but Yahweh looks at the heart.”
I will give thanks to you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful. My soul knows that very well.
For I say through the grace that was given me, to everyone who is among you, not to think of yourself more highly than you ought to think; but to think reasonably, as God has apportioned to each person a measure of faith.