8And 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.
9Crooked [is] the heart above all things, And it [is] incurable -- who doth know it?
10I Jehovah do search the heart, try the reins, Even to give to each according to his way, According to the fruit of his doings.
11A 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.
12A throne of honour on high from the beginning, The place of our sanctuary,
13The 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.
14Heal me, O Jehovah, and I am healed, Save me, and I am saved, for my praise [art] Thou.
