They go from strength to strength, till each appears before God in Zion.
in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us.
In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for food to eat--for he grants sleep to those he loves.
Beat your plowshares into swords and your pruning hooks into spears. Let the weakling say, 'I am strong!'
I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.