The proud beasts have not trodden it, nor has the fierce lion passed over it.
No bird of prey knows the path, nor has the hawk’s eye seen it.
He puts his hand on the flint; he shall overturn the mountains at the roots.
He sees all that is haughty. He is sovereign over all the sons of pride.”
And He treasures up stability for the straight, A shield to those walking blamelessly,
