When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: by reason of breakings they purify themselves.
Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning.
His heart is as firm as a stone; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone.
The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold: the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon.
Then they cry unto the Lord in their trouble, and he bringeth them out of their distresses.