Their feet, to mischief, do run, And they speed to shed innocent blood,—Their devices, are devices of iniquity, Wasting and destruction, are in their high roads;
Let the lawless forsake his way, And the man of iniquity, his thoughts,—And let him return unto Yahweh That he may have compassion upon him, And unto our God, For he will abundantly pardon.
I know, in fact, that there dwelleth not in me, that is, in my flesh, anything good; for, the wishing, lieth near me, but, the working out of what is right, not!
And Yahweh smelled a satisfying odour, so Yahweh said to himself. I will not, again, curse any more the ground for man’s sake, although the device of the heart of man, be wicked from his youth,—neither will I again, any more smite every living thing, as I have done.