He winketh with his eyes, he speaketh with his feet, He maketh signs with his fingers;
Why doth thine heart carry thee away? And why do thine eyes wink?
I will set no base thing before mine eyes: I hate the work of them that turn aside; it shall not cleave unto 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.
So that she findeth not the level path of life: Her ways are unstable and she knoweth it not.
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 wickedly;