Mine own brethren pass over by me, as the water brook that hastily runneth through the valleys.

If he break down a thing, who can set it up again? If he shut a thing, who will open it?

I brake the jaws of the unrighteous, and plucked the spoil out of their teeth.

Who shut the sea with doors, when it brake forth as a child out of his mother's womb?

the fens hide him with their shadow, and the willows of the brook cover him round about.