The King's of hearts is in my hand.
Like the rivers of the waters.
He turns it wherever he wishes.
every way of a man is right in his own eyes.
but the king's of hearts weights his own heart. To do justice and righteousness, is
more acceptable to the king than sacrifice.
A haughty look on my face, A proud heart.
And the plotter of the wicked are criminals.
The plans of the diligent lead surely to plenty.
but those of every one who is hasty, surely to
poverty. Getting treasures by a lying mouth,
is the fleeting fantasy of those who seeks death. the violence of the criminal will destroy them, because they refuse to do righteousness. The way of a guilty man is perverse; but as for the pure, his work is right. better to dwell in a corner, Or on a
housetop, than in a house shared with a contentious woman. the soul of the wicked desires evil. His neighbor finds no favor in his eyes. by Karirose.
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