For not from the going forth and from the west, and not from the desert the lifting up.
And thou, Jehovah, a shield about me: my glory, and lifting up my head.
He will run against him upon the neck, upon the thicknesses of his shields:
Ruling by his strength forever; his eyes will look about upon the nations: they turning away shall not lift up for themselves. Silence.
I knew, says Jehovah, his wrath; and not thus; his empty talks did not so.