The lion’s whelps have not trodden it, nor the fierce lion passed by it.
There is a path which no fowl knows, and which the falcon’s eye has not seen:
He puts forth his hand upon the flinty rock; he overturns the mountains by the roots.
He beholds every high thing: he is a king over all the children of pride.
He lays up sound wisdom for the righteous: he is a shield to them that walk uprightly.