He winketh with his eyes, he speaketh with his feet, he teacheth with his fingers;
Why doth thine heart carry thee away? And what do thy eyes wink at,
I will set no wicked thing before mine eyes: I hate the work of them that turn aside; it shall not cleave to me.
Let not them that are mine enemies wrongfully rejoice over me: neither let them wink with the eye that hate me without a cause.
He that winketh with the eye causeth sorrow: but a prating fool shall fall.
Lest thou shouldest ponder the path of life, her ways are movable, that thou canst not know them.
Then shalt thou call, and the Lord shall answer; thou shalt cry, and he shall say, Here I am. If thou take away from the midst of thee the yoke, the putting forth of the finger, and speaking vanity;