I hate seven things in you son and daughter of the man. I hate your ambitious eyes, that are dissatisfied eternally, because of which your greed never languishes, because of which you forget about your god and from where you fall out. I hate your heart fabricating evil plans, which rises passion in you to your brethren. I hate your untrue tongue, by which you deceive the lambs of this Earth, in order to collect false treasures for yourself, with which you believe you may be more, than anyone else on this Earth. 

Your feet running fast by hearing other’s harm are hateful for me, which are brisk, if you have to feel a malicious joy in a man who got into trouble, but they become sluggish if they should hurry onto help. I hate in you that you make mischief, where there is peace, because you have power to take away the unrest on the earth, but you don’t have a power to bring peace there, where the peace lost the earth and the home of the man. I hate the distrust and the defeatism, the infidelity in you, because you became proud, you think you are someone, but your life shows, your life without God got to be lonely, suffering got to be your fate, which you have polished for yourself. I hate in you that you break in onto the life of the harmless and weak ones or to their bodily fear in your weakness, you yourself are the real weak one though.