And turneth back on them their iniquity, And in their wickedness cutteth them off; Jehovah our God doth cut them off!

At morning I cut off all the wicked of the land, To cut off from the city of Jehovah All the workers of iniquity!

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.