Winking with his eyes, speaking with his feet, Directing with his fingers,
What -- doth thine heart take thee away? And what -- are thine eyes high?
I set not before mine eyes a worthless thing, The work of those turning aside I have hated, It adhereth not to me.
Mine enemies rejoice not over me `with' falsehood, Those hating me without cause wink the eye.
Whoso is winking the eye giveth grief, And a talkative fool kicketh.
The path of life -- lest thou ponder, Moved have her paths -- thou knowest not.
Then thou callest, and Jehovah answereth, Thou criest, and He saith, `Behold Me.' If thou turn aside from thy midst the yoke, The sending forth of the finger, And the speaking of vanity,