Thou art more glorious and excellent than the mountains of prey.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot attain unto it.
I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.
Let a cry be heard from their houses, when thou shalt bring a troop suddenly upon them: for they have digged a pit to take me, and hid snares for my feet.