A scoundrel, a viscious man,
he goes with a leer on his lips,
winking his eye, shuffling his foot,
beckoning with his finger.
Deceit in his heart, always scheming evil,
he sows dissension.
Disaster will overtake him sharply for this,
suddently, irretrievably, his fall will come.
There are six things that Yahweh hates,
seven that his soul abhours:
a haughty look, a lying tongue,
hands that shed innocent blood,
a heart that weaves wicked plots,
feet that hurry to do evil,
a false witness who lies with every breath,
a man who sows dissension among brothers.
