For provocation slayeth the perverse, And envy putteth to death the simple,

I -- I have seen the perverse taking root, And I mark his habitation straightway,

If I be righteous, Mine mouth doth declare me wicked, Perfect I am! -- it declareth me perverse.

And I break the jaw-teeth of the perverse, And from his teeth I cast away prey.

Is not calamity to the perverse? And strangeness to workers of iniquity?

Only these are tabernacles of the perverse, And this the place God hath not known.

In the fulness of his sufficiency he is straitened. Every perverse hand doth meet him.

As the wicked is my enemy, And my withstander as the perverse.

God shutteth me up unto the perverse, And to the hands of the wicked turneth me over.