And it cometh to pass in the morning, that David writeth a letter unto Joab, and sendeth by the hand of Uriah;
`Wherefore hast thou despised the word of Jehovah, to do the evil thing in His eyes? Uriah the Hittite thou hast smitten by the sword, and his wife thou hast taken to thee for a wife, and him thou hast slain by the sword of the Bene-Ammon.
Also -- from presumptuous ones keep back Thy servant, Let them not rule over me, Then am I perfect, And declared innocent of much transgression,
Mischiefs doth thy tongue devise, Like a sharp razor, working deceit.
Only -- vanity `are' the low, a lie the high. In balances to go up they than vanity `are' lighter.
Crooked `is' the heart above all things, And it `is' incurable -- who doth know it?