None is so fierce that he dare stir him up; Who then is he that can stand before me?
In his hand are the deep places of the earth; The heights of the mountains are his also.
The plowers plowed upon my back; They made long their furrows.
Who can stand before his indignation? and who can abide in the fierceness of his anger? his wrath is poured out like fire, and the rocks are broken asunder by him.