When he raises up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.
Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning.
His heart is as firm as a stone; yes, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.
The sword of him that lays at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.
Then they cry to the LORD in their trouble, and he brings them out of their distresses.