If iniquity is in thy hand, put it far off, And let not perverseness dwell in thy tents.

Thy hand put far off from me, And Thy terror let not terrify me.

My brethren from me He hath put far off, And mine acquaintances surely Have been estranged from me.

From thence he hath sought food, To a far off place his eyes look attentively,

He shaketh off as a vine his unripe fruit, And casteth off as an olive his blossom.

For what is the hope of the profane, When He doth cut off? When God doth cast off his soul?

They have abominated me, They have kept far from me, And from before me have not spared to spit.

Therefore, O men of heart, hearken to me; Far be it from God to do wickedness, And from the Mighty to do perverseness: