The whole, have turned aside, Together have they become tainted, - There is none that doeth good, not so much as, one!

More desirable, than gold, yea than much fine gold, Sweeter, also than honey, or than droppings from the comb.

For he flattereth himself too much in his own eyes, to find his iniquity - to hate it .

They all, have turned back, together have they become tainted, - There is none that doeth good, Not so much as, one!