When he raiseth up himself, the mighty are afraid: By reason of breakings they purify themselves.
Then they cry unto the LORD in their trouble, And he bringeth them out of their distresses.
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.