All the foolish of heart were troubled. They have slept their sleep; and all the men of riches have found nothing in their hands.
Many say to my soul: There is no salvation for him in his God.
He hath run against him with his neck raised up, and is armed with a fat neck.
the earth hath yielded her fruit. May God, our God bless us,
I know, saith the Lord, his boasting and that the strength thereof is not according to it: neither hath it endeavoured to do according as it was able.