And Thou, O God, dost bring them down To a pit of destruction, Men of blood and deceit reach not to half their days, And I -- I do trust in Thee!
And Abner turneth back to Hebron, and Joab turneth him aside unto the midst of the gate to speak with him quietly, and smiteth him there in the fifth `rib' -- and he dieth -- for the blood of Asahel his brother.
Not in his day is it completed, And his bending branch is not green.
For -- to the age he is not moved; For a memorial age-during is the righteous.
He suffereth not thy foot to be moved, Thy preserver slumbereth not.
My God, in Thee I have trusted, Let me not be ashamed, Let not mine enemies exult over me.
Thou destroyest those speaking lies, A man of blood and deceit Jehovah doth abominate.
Before your pots discern the bramble, As well the raw as the heated He whirleth away.
Who hath placed our soul in life, And suffered not our feet to be moved.
Only, in slippery places Thou dost set them, Thou hast caused them to fall to desolations.
The fear of Jehovah addeth days, And the years of the wicked are shortened.
Sheol and destruction `are' before Jehovah, Surely also the hearts of the sons of men.
Sheol and destruction are not satisfied, And the eyes of man are not satisfied.
Do not much wrong, neither be thou a fool, why dost thou die within thy time?
Lo, to peace He changed for me bitterness, And Thou hast delighted in my soul without corruption, For Thou hast cast behind Thy back all my sins.