Even in heart ye work iniquities, In the land the violence of your hands ye ponder.

That hath not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves.

Ponder thou the path of thy feet, And all thy ways are established.

The path of life -- lest thou ponder, Moved have her paths -- thou knowest not.

He lifteth up, in that day, saying: 'I am not a binder up, And in my house is neither bread nor garment, Ye do not make me a ruler of the people.'

The path for the righteous is uprightness, O upright One, The path of the righteous Thou dost ponder.