men's sons. The just he proves: But his soul hates the wicked man, and him that vi'lence loves.
Examine me, and do me prove; try heart and reins, O God:
O let the wicked's malice end; but stablish stedfastly The righteous: for the righteous God the hearts and reins doth try.
Thine hand shall all those men find out that en'mies are to thee; Ev'n thy right hand shall find out those of thee that haters be.
O Lord, thou hast me search'd and known.
Thou prov'dst mine heart, thou visit'dst me by night, thou didst me try, Yet nothing found'st; for that my mouth shall not sin, purpos'd I.
The wicked of his heart's desire doth talk with boasting great; He blesseth him that's covetous, whom yet the Lord doth hate.
Cutt'st off that liars be: The bloody and deceitful man abhorred is by thee.