¹⁸ The wicked is getting a lying wage, And whoso is sowing righteousness -- a true reward.

¹⁸ and the fruit of the righteousness in peace is sown to those making peace.

¹² Sow for yourselves in righteousness, Reap according to loving-kindness, Till for yourselves tillage of knowledge, To seek Jehovah, Till he come and shew righteousness to you.

¹³ Ye have ploughed wickedness, Perversity ye have reaped, Ye have eaten the fruit of lying, For thou hast trusted in thy way, In the abundance of thy might.

⁸ because he who is sowing to his own flesh, of the flesh shall reap corruption; and he who is sowing to the Spirit, of the Spirit shall reap life age-during;

⁹ and in the doing good we may not be faint-hearted, for at the proper time we shall reap -- not desponding;

⁸ Whoso is digging a pit falleth into it, And whoso is breaking a hedge, a serpent biteth him.

⁵ Eggs of a viper they have hatched, And webs of a spider they weave, Whoso is eating their eggs doth die, And the crushed hatcheth a viper.

⁶ Their webs become not a garment, Nor do they cover themselves with their works, Their works `are' works of iniquity, And a deed of violence `is' in their hands.

⁷ Their feet to evil do run, And they haste to shed innocent blood, Their thoughts `are' thoughts of iniquity, Spoiling and destruction `are' in their highways.

⁸ A way of peace they have not known, And there is no judgment in their paths, Their paths they have made perverse for themselves, No treader in it hath known peace.

⁸ Whoso is sowing perverseness reapeth sorrow, And the rod of his anger weareth out.

²² His own iniquities do capture the wicked, And with the ropes of his sin he is holden.

¹⁸ And they for their own blood lay wait, They watch secretly for their own lives.

⁵ Those sowing in tears, with singing do reap,

⁶ Whoso goeth on and weepeth, Bearing the basket of seed, Surely cometh in with singing, bearing his sheaves!

¹³ This `is' the portion of wicked man with God, And the inheritance of terrible ones From the Mighty they receive.

¹⁴ If his sons multiply -- for them `is' a sword. And his offspring `are' not satisfied `with' bread.

¹⁵ His remnant in death are buried, And his widows do not weep.

¹⁶ If he heap up as dust silver, And as clay prepare clothing,

¹⁷ He prepareth -- and the righteous putteth `it' on, And the silver the innocent doth apportion.

¹⁸ He hath built as a moth his house, And as a booth a watchman hath made.

¹⁹ Rich he lieth down, and he is not gathered, His eyes he hath opened, and he is not.

²⁰ Overtake him as waters do terrors, By night stolen him away hath a whirlwind.

²¹ Take him up doth an east wind, and he goeth, And it frighteneth him from his place,

²² And it casteth at him, and doth not spare, From its hand he diligently fleeth.

²³ It clappeth at him its hands, And it hisseth at him from his place.

²² ye are to put off concerning the former behaviour the old man, that is corrupt according to the desires of the deceit,