I'll cut him off that slandereth his neighbour privily: The haughty heart I will not bear, nor him that looketh high.
For thou wilt the afflicted save in grief that low do lie: But wilt bring down the countenance of them whose looks are high.
Who doth not slander with his tongue, nor to his friend doth hurt; Nor yet against his neighbour doth take up an ill report.
Thou sitt'st, and 'gainst thy brother speak'st, thy mother's son dost shame.
Though God be high, yet he respects all those that lowly be; Whereas the proud and lofty ones afar off knoweth he.