At their wits' end.
Consider the lilies of the field how they grow they toil not neither do they spin. And yet I say unto you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
Woe unto you when all men shall speak well of you.
And now Lord what wait I for?
It were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck and he cast into the sea.
Set thine house in order.
Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do do it with thy might.
When I lie down I say When shall I arise and the night be gone? And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
We are members one of another.
The heavens declare the glory of God and the firmament showeth his handiwork.
Let him now speak or else hereafter for ever hold his peace.
Whoso diggeth a pit shall fall therein.
Let all things be done decently and in order.
All flesh shall perish together and man shall turn again unto dust.
I was sick and ye visited me.
When thou doest alms do not let thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth.
For a just man falleth seven times and riseth up again.
For ye have need of patience....
The race is not to the swift nor the battle to the strong.
Days should speak and multitude of years should teach wisdom.