For my heart was grieved and I was pricked in my reins.

I Jehovah search the heart, I try the reins, even to give to each man according to his ways, according to the fruit of his doings.

But, O Jehovah of Hosts, who tries the righteous and sees the reins and the heart, let me see Your vengeance on them. For I have committed my cause to You.

You have planted them; yea, they take root. They grow, yea, they make fruit. You are near in their mouth and far from their reins.