For neither from the east, nor from the west, Nor yet from the south, cometh lifting up.
He runneth upon him with a stiff neck, With the thick bosses of his bucklers:
But thou, O LORD, art a shield about me; My glory, and the lifter up of mine head.
He ruleth by his might for ever; His eyes observe the nations: Let not the rebellious exalt themselves. Selah
I know his wrath, saith the LORD, that it is nought; his boastings have wrought nothing.