8 And hath been as a tree planted by waters, And by a rivulet he sendeth forth his roots, And he doth not see when heat cometh, And his leaf hath been green, And in a year of dearth he is not sorrowful, Nor doth he cease from making fruit.
9 Crooked [is] the heart above all things, And it [is] incurable--who doth know it?
10 I Jehovah do search the heart, try the reins, Even to give to each according to his way, According to the fruit of his doings.
11 A partridge hatching, and not bringing forth, [Is] one making wealth, and not by right, In the midst of his days he doth forsake it, And in his latter end--he is a fool.
12 A throne of honour on high from the beginning, The place of our sanctuary,
13 The hope of Israel [is] Jehovah, All forsaking Thee are ashamed, And `My apostates' in the earth are written, For they have forsaken Jehovah, A fountain of living waters.
14 Heal me, O Jehovah, and I am healed, Save me, and I am saved, for my praise [art] Thou.