Search me, O God, and know my heart, Try me, and know my thoughts,

And see if a grievous way be in me, And lead me in a way age-during!

Whoso is trusting in his heart is a fool, And whoso is walking in wisdom is delivered.

Crooked [is] the heart above all things, And it [is] incurable -- who doth know it?

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.

for of nothing to myself have I been conscious, but not in this have I been declared right -- and he who is discerning me is the Lord:

because if our heart may condemn -- because greater is God than our heart, and He doth know all things.

And my soul chooseth strangling, Death rather than my bones.

I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days [are] vanity.

Thou dost not take away my transgression, And cause to pass away mine iniquity, Because now, for dust I lie down: And Thou hast sought me -- and I am not!