Let the lying lips be speechless, Which speak arrogantly against the righteous With pride and contempt.

May the foot of pride not come upon me, And may the hand of the wicked not drive me away.

Though its waters roar and foam, Though the mountains quake at its swelling pride. Selah

He chooses our inheritance for us, The pride of Jacob whom He loves. Selah

On account of the sin of their mouths and the words of their lips, May they even be caught in their pride, And on account of curses and lies which they tell.

Do not lift up your horn on high, Do not speak with insolent pride.’”

As for the days of our life, they contain seventy years, Or if due to strength, eighty years, Yet their pride is only trouble and tragedy; For it quickly passes, and we disappear.