In their own fat they are inclos'd; their mouth speaks loftily.
Our soul is fill'd with scorn of those that at their ease abide, And with the insolent contempt of those that swell in pride.
To silence put the lying lips, that grievous things do say, And hard reports, in pride and scorn, on righteous men do lay.
Their hearts, through worldly ease and wealth, as fat as grease they be: But in thy holy law I take delight continually.