I have decked my bed with coverings of tapestry, with carved works, with fine linen of Egypt.

An heart that deviseth wicked imaginations, feet that be swift in running to mischief,

A proud look, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood,

These six things doth the LORD hate: yea, seven are an abomination unto him:

Let thy fountain be blessed: and rejoice with the wife of thy youth.

Let them be only thine own, and not strangers' with thee.

Let thy fountains be dispersed abroad, and rivers of waters in the streets.

But the path of the just is as the shining light, that shineth more and more unto the perfect day.

For they eat the bread of wickedness, and drink the wine of violence.

For they sleep not, except they have done mischief; and their sleep is taken away, unless they cause some to fall.