The sons of pride trod it not, and the lion passed not by upon it.
A beaten path the birds knew not, and the vulture's eye scanned it not:
He stretched forth his hand upon the flint; he overturned the mountains from the roots.
He will see every thing high: he is king over all the sons of pride.
He treasured up deliverance for the upright: a shield to those going in uprightness: