Oh! immense weight! Oh! sea, that cannot be passed over, where I find nothing of myself but just nothing at all.
Where then can there be any lurking hole for glorying in myself? where any confidence in any conceit of my own virtue?
All vain-glory is swallowed up in the depth of thy judgments over me.
4. What is all flesh in thy sight? shall the clay glory against him that formed it?
How can he be puffed up with the vain talk of man, whose heart in truth is subjected to God.
All the world will not lift him up, whom truth hath subjected to itself:
Neither will he be moved with the tongues of all that praise him, who hath settled his whole hope in God.
For behold, they also that speak are all nothing, for they shall pass away with the sound of their words; but the truth of the Lord remaineth for ever. Psalms cxiv.