27 Anger on the fatherless ye cause to fall, And are strange to your friend.
28 And, now, please, look upon me, Even to your face do I lie?
29 Turn back, I pray you, let it not be perverseness, Yea, turn back again--my righteousness [is] in it.
30 Is there in my tongue perverseness? Discerneth not my palate desirable things?