8 From the inundation of hills they are wet, And without a refuge -- have embraced a rock.
9 They take violently away From the breast the orphan, And on the poor they lay a pledge.
10 Naked, they have gone without clothing, And hungry -- have taken away a sheaf.
11 Between their walls they make oil, Wine-presses they have trodden, and thirst.
12 Because of enmity men do groan, And the soul of pierced ones doth cry, And God doth not give praise.
13 They have been among rebellious ones of light, They have not discerned His ways, Nor abode in His paths.
14 At the light doth the murderer rise, He doth slay the poor and needy, And in the night he is as a thief.
