And when they lifted up their eyes afar off, and knew him not, they lifted up their voice and wept. And they rent every one his mantle, and sprinkled dust upon their heads toward the heavens.

If thou prepare thy heart and stretch out thy hands toward him,

Shall not his excellency terrify you? and his dread fall upon you?

They press out oil within their walls, they tread their winepresses, and suffer thirst.

Doth the hawk fly by thine intelligence, and stretch his wings toward the south?

Look on every one that is proud, bring him low, and tread down the wicked in their place:

If any reach him with a sword, it cannot hold; neither spear, nor dart, nor harpoon.