For over-against the eyes of Jehovah are the ways of each, And all his paths He is pondering.

A multitude of men proclaim each his kindness, And a man of stedfastness who doth find?

Thou hast shewed thyself weak in a day of adversity, Straitened is thy power,

Say not, 'As he did to me, so I do to him, I render to each according to his work.'

Weak have been the two legs of the lame, And a parable in the mouth of fools.

A man -- poor and oppressing the weak, Is a sweeping rain, and there is no bread.

Many are seeking the face of a ruler, And from Jehovah is the judgment of each.

A king there is not to the locust, And it goeth out -- each one shouting,