12 Righteous art thou, O Lord, when I plead with thee:
yet let me talk with thee of thy judgments:
Wherefore doth the way of the wicked prosper?
wherefore are all they happy that deal very treacherously?
² Thou hast planted them, yea, they have taken root:
they grow, yea, they bring forth fruit:
thou art near in their mouth, and far from their reins.
³ But thou, O Lord, knowest me:
thou hast seen me, and tried mine heart toward thee:
pull them out like sheep for the slaughter,
and prepare them for the day of slaughter.