A perverse heart, shall depart from me, A maker of mischief, will I not acknowledge;

Enter! let us bow down, and bend low, Let us kneel, before Yahweh our maker;

Lo! he gendereth trouble, and conceiveth mischief, but giveth birth to a disappointment:

His mischief, turneth back, on his own head, - and, on his own crown, his violence, descendeth.

With cursing, his mouth is full, and with deceptions and oppression, Under his tongue, are trouble and mischief:

Thou hast seen! For, thou, mischief and misery, dost discern, to requite with thine own hand, Unto thee, doth, the unfortunate one, give himself up, To the fatherless, thou thyself, hast become a helper.

Let him turn back the mischief upon mine adversaries, In thy faithfulness, destroy them!

All the day, they wrest, my words, Against me, all their devices are for mischief;

Lift up thy steps unto the places utterly unsafe, All the mischief! - the foe in the sanctuary!

Rescue me, O Yahweh, from the men of mischief, From the men of violence, wilt thou preserve me:

As for the head of them who surround me, Let the mischief of their lips cover them:

Who have devised mischiefs in their heart , Every day, do they stir up wars: