4 Incline not my heart to an evil thing, To do habitually actions in wickedness, With men working iniquity, Yea, I eat not of their pleasant things.
5 The righteous doth beat me 'in' kindness. And doth reprove me, Oil of the head my head disalloweth not, For still my prayer 'is' about their vexations.
6 Their judges have been released by the sides of a rock, And they have heard my sayings, For they have been pleasant.
7 As one tilling and ripping up in the land, Have our bones been scattered at the command of Saul.
8 But to Thee, O Jehovah, my Lord, 'are' mine eyes, In Thee I have trusted, Make not bare my soul.
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