Shifty of eye, feet ever moving, pointing with fingers,
Why does your heart carry you away, and why do your eyes flash,
I do not allow into my presence anything base. I hate wrongdoing; I will have no part of it.
Do not let lying foes rejoice over me, my undeserved enemies wink knowingly.
One who winks at a fault causes trouble, but one who frankly reproves promotes peace.
Her paths ramble, you know not where, lest you see before you the road to life.
Then you shall call, and the Lord will answer, you shall cry for help, and he will say: “Here I am!” If you remove the yoke from among you, the accusing finger, and malicious speech;