He winks with his eyes, He shuffles his feet, He points with his fingers;
Let them not rejoice over me who are wrongfully my enemies; Nor let them wink with the eye who hate me without a cause.
He who winks with the eye causes trouble, But a prating fool will fall.
Why does your heart carry you away, And what do your eyes wink at,
Lest you ponder her path of life— Her ways are unstable; You do not know them.
Then you shall call, and the Lord will answer; You shall cry, and He will say, ‘Here I am.’ “If you take away the yoke from your midst, The pointing of the finger, and speaking wickedness,
I will set nothing wicked before my eyes; I hate the work of those who fall away; It shall not cling to me.