The man of lovingkindness, dealeth well with his own soul, but the cruel man, troubleth his own flesh.
Then, will the king say to those on his right hand: Come ye, the blessed of my Father! Inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world;
For he hath oppressed - hath forsaken the poor, A house, hath he seized, which he cannot rebuild.
How happy is he that is attentive to the poor, In the day of calamity, will Yahweh deliver him:
Risen - in darkness, is light to the upright, The gracious and compassionate and righteous.
He, troubleth his own house, who graspeth with greed, but, he that hateth gifts, shall live.
Here is one, without a second, even son or brother, he hath none, yet is there no end to all his toil, even his eye, is not satisfied with riches, - neither saith he For whom, am I toiling, and letting my soul want good? Even this, was vanity, yea a vexatious employment, it was!
The righteous one, hath perished, And not a man, hath taken it to heart - Yea the men of lovingkindness, have been withdrawn No one considering, That from the presence of calamity, hath the righteous been withdrawn.
Is it not to break unto the hungry, thy bread, And the thrust-out oppressed, that thou bring into a home, - When thou seest one naked, that thou cover him, And from thine own flesh, shalt not hide thyself?
Wherefore, O king, let, my counsel, be pleasing unto thee, thy sin, then, - by righteousness, break thou off, and, thine iniquities, by shewing favour to the oppressed, - if so be it may become the lengthening out of thy security.
For, if ye forgive men their faults, Your Father who is in the heavens, will forgive, even you;
Give, and it shall be given unto you: good measure, pressed down, shaken together, running over, will they give into your lap; for, with what measure ye mete, shall it be measured back unto you.
As to this, however, he that soweth sparingly, sparingly, also shall reap, and, he that soweth with blessings, with blessings, also shall reap:
Not that I seek after the gift, but I seek after the fruit that is to abound unto your account.
For, the judgment, will be without mercy, unto him that hath shewed no mercy: Mercy, boasteth, over judgment.
Come now! ye wealthy! Weep ye, howling, for your hardships which are coming upon you:
Yea, a knave, his weapons are wicked, - He, base schemes, hath devised To ruin the oppressed with speeches of falsehood Even when the needy pleadeth, for justice.