Cast abroad the rage of thy wrath: and behold every one that is proud, and abase him.

Because of thine indignation and thy wrath: for thou hast lifted me up, and cast me down.

But I know thy abode, and thy going out, and thy coming in, and thy rage against me.

Thy fierce wrath goeth over me; thy terrors have cut me off.

Proud and haughty scorner is his name, who dealeth in proud wrath.

For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told.