judgments, O Lord; where I find myself to be nothing else than nothing, and still nothing! O weight unmeasurable! O sea that cannot be passed over, where I discover nothing of myself save only and wholly nothing!
Where then is the lurking place of glory? Where the confidence conceived of virtue? Swallowed up is all empty conceit in the deep of Your judgments over me. What is all flesh in Your sight?  Shall the clay glory against him that formed it? † How can he be lifted up with vain words whose heart is truly subject to God? † Not all the world will lift up him whom the truth has subjected to itself. Neither will he, who has firmly settled his whole hope in God, be moved with the tongues of any who praise him. For even they themselves who speak, behold, they all are nothing, for they will pass away with the sound of their words; but “the faithfulness of the Lord endures forever”.† •
