If I have done my well-wisher evil, And draw mine adversary without cause,

For his soul in his life he blesseth, (And they praise thee when thou dost well for thyself.)

He hath sent forth his hands against his well-wishers, He hath polluted his covenant.

Before your pots discern the bramble, As well the raw as the heated He whirleth away.

I confess Thee, because that with wonders I have been distinguished. Wonderful are Thy works, And my soul is knowing it well.