None is so fierce that dare stir him up: who then is able to stand before me?
In his hand are the deep places of the earth: the strength of the hills is 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 fury is poured out like fire, and the rocks are thrown down by him.