Stop trusting in man, who has but a breath in his nostrils.
Those who walk uprightly enter into peace; they find rest as they lie in death.
Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on Thee.
Cease ye from man, whose breath is in his nostrils.
All the earth is at rest and is quiet: they are bursting into song. Even the trees of the wood are glad over you, the trees of Lebanon, saying, From the time of your fall no wood-cutter has come up against us with an axe.
Sing to the LORD, for he has done glorious things; let this be known to all the world.