Let the wrong of the lawless, I pray thee, come to an end, and establish thou him that is righteous,—for, a trier of hearts and reins, is God the righteous one.
Thou hast tested my heart, hast made inspection by night, hast refined me until thou couldst find nothing, Had I devised evil, my mouth should not have transgressed:
And I will bring the third into the fire, and will smelt them as one smelteth silver, and will try them, as one trieth gold,—It, will call upon my name, and, I, will answer it, and will say, My people, it is! and, it, will say, Yahweh, is my God!
But O Yahweh of hosts—Testing the righteous Beholding the affections and the heart,—Let me see thine avenging upon them, For unto thee, have I laid bare my cause.