I to the foolish people said, Do not deal foolishly; And unto those that wicked are, Lift not your horn on high.
His people's horn, the praise of all his saints, exalteth he; Ev'n Isr'el's seed, a people near to him. The Lord praise ye.
Ye brutish people! understand; fools! when wise will ye grow?
Because the glory of their strength doth only stand in thee; And in thy favour shall our horn and pow'r exalted be.
But let the righteous be glad: let them before God's sight Be very joyful; yea, let them rejoice with all their might.
Hills at the presence of the Lord, like wax, did melt away; Ev'n at the presence of the Lord of all the earth, I say.