He humbles those who dwell on high, he lays the lofty city low; he levels it to the ground and casts it down to the dust.
See, fire has fallen from heaven and consumed the first two captains and all their men. But now have respect for my life!
Seeing a fig tree by the road, he went up to it but found nothing on it except leaves. Then he said to it, May you never bear fruit again! Immediately the tree withered.
He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.
What the wicked dreads will overtake him; what the righteous desire will be granted.