Wherefore from the Mighty One Times have not been hidden,
And those knowing Him have not seen His days.
The borders they reach, A drove they have taken violently
away, Yea, they do evil.
The ass of the fatherless they lead away, They take in
pledge the ox of the widow,
They turn aside the needy from the way, Together have hid
the poor of the earth.
Lo, wild asses in a wilderness, They have gone out about
their work, Seeking early for prey, A mixture for himself -- food for young
In a field his provender they reap, And the vineyard of the
wicked they glean.
The naked they cause to lodge Without clothing. And there is
no covering in the cold.
From the inundation of hills they are wet, And without a
refuge -- have embraced a rock.
They take violently away From the breast the orphan, And on
the poor they lay a pledge.
Naked, they have gone without clothing, And hungry -- have
taken away a sheaf.
Between their walls they make oil, Wine-presses they have
trodden, and thirst.
Because of enmity men do groan, And the soul of pierced ones
doth cry, And God doth not give praise.
They have been among rebellious ones of light, They have not
discerned His ways, Nor abode in His paths.
At the light doth the murderer rise, He doth slay the poor
and needy, And in the night he is as a thief.
And the eye of an adulterer Hath observed the twilight,
Saying, 'No eye doth behold me.' And he putteth the face in secret.
He hath dug in the darkness -- houses; By day they shut
themselves up, They have not known light.
When together, morning is to them death shade, When
he discerneth the terrors of death shade.
Light he is on the face of the waters, Vilified is
their portion in the earth, He turneth not the way of vineyards.
Drought -- also heat -- consume snow-waters, Sheol those
who have sinned.
Forget him doth the womb, Sweeten on him doth the
worm, No more is he remembered, And broken as a tree is wickedness.
Treating evil the barren who beareth not, And to
the widow he doth no good,
And hath drawn the mighty by his power, He riseth, and none
believeth in life.
He giveth to him confidence, and he is supported, And his
eyes are on their ways.
High they were for a little, and they are not, And
they have been brought low. As all others they are shut up, And as the
head of an ear of corn cut off.
And if not now, who doth prove me a liar, And doth make of
nothing my word?