For over-against the eyes of Jehovah are the ways of each, And all his paths He is pondering.

Come, let’s drink deeply of lovemaking until morning.
Let’s feast on each other’s love!

A multitude of men proclaim each his kindness, And a man of stedfastness who doth find?

If you say, "Look here, we didn't know about this," doesn't God, who examines motives, discern it? Doesn't the one who guards your soul know about it? Won't he repay each person according to what he has done?

Say not, 'As he did to me, so I do to him, I render to each according to his work.'

The crucible is for silver and the furnace for gold,
And each is tested by the praise accorded him.

Many are seeking the face of a ruler, And from Jehovah is the judgment of each.

A king there is not to the locust, And it goeth out -- each one shouting,