If pure and upright thou art, Surely now He waketh for thee, And hath completed The habitation of thy righteousness.

And thou sayest, 'Pure is my discourse, And clean I have been in Thine eyes.'

What is man that he is pure, And that he is righteous, one born of woman?

Lo, in His holy ones He putteth no credence, And the heavens have not been pure in His eyes.

Not for violence in my hands, And my prayer is pure.

And what? is man righteous with God? And what? is he pure -- born of a woman?

Lo -- unto the moon, and it shineth not, And stars have not been pure in His eyes.

It is not valued with pure gold of Ophir, With precious onyx and sapphire,

Not equal it doth the topaz of Cush, With pure gold it is not valued.

If I have made gold my confidence, And to the pure gold have said, 'My trust,'

Pure am I, without transgression, Innocent am I, and I have no iniquity.