And there hath been on every high mount, And on every exalted hill, Rivulets -- streams of waters, In a day of much slaughter, in the falling of towers.

Every valley is raised up, And every mountain and hill become low, And the crooked place hath become a plain, And the entangled places a valley.

Why do ye envy, O high hills, The hill God hath desired for His seat? Jehovah also doth tabernacle for ever.

The Lord on thy right hand smote kings In the day of His anger.

He doth judge among the nations, He hath completed the carcases, Hath smitten the head over the mighty earth.

reasonings bringing down, and every high thing lifted up against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of the Christ,