My heart thrills with joy in the Lord; pride in the God I worship lifts high my head; now can I flout my enemies, happy in thy gift of redress! Who so holy as the Lord? None, there is none else; there is no stronghold can compare with our God. Boast no more, boast no more; those lips must talk in another strain; the Lord is God all-knowing, and overrules the devices of men. See how he breaks the great warrior’s bow, girds the feeble with strength; how the rich, for very need, must work as hirelings, while the hungry eat to their heart’s content! See how at last the barren womb bears many, and the fruitful mother is left to languish! Lord of death and life, he brings men to the grave and back from the grave; Lord of poverty and of wealth, he alone humbles, alone exalts, raising up the poor man out of the dust, the beggar from his dung-hill, to sit among princes and reach the honours of a throne. It is the Lord that poised the round world on its foundations, and holds them in his keeping; safely his friends journey, dumb sit his enemies in the darkness; there is no protection for man in man’s strength. The Lord will strike terror into his adversaries; hark, how his thunders roll above them in heaven! The Lord will sit in judgement on the remotest people of earth, the Lord will grant dominion and a sceptre of majesty to the king he has anointed.
— I Kings (I Samuel) ii. 1-10.