For neither from the east, nor from the west, Nor yet from the south, cometh lifting up.
But thou, O Jehovah, art a shield about me; My glory, and the lifter up of my head.
He runneth upon him with a stiff neck, With the thick bosses of his bucklers;
He ruleth by his might for ever; His eyes observe the nations: Let not the rebellious exalt themselves. [Selah
I know his wrath, saith Jehovah, that it is nought; his boastings have wrought nothing.