The times are not hidden from the Almighty; even those who know him, do not know his days
Some have crossed the boundaries, plundered the flocks, and given them pasture
They have driven away the donkey of orphans, and have taken the cow from the widow as collateral
They have undermined the way of the poor, and have pressed together the meek of the earth
Others, like wild asses in the desert, go forth to their work; by watching for prey, they obtain bread for their children
They reap a field that is not their own, and they harvest a vineyard that they have taken by force
They send men away naked, having taken the clothing of those who have no covering in the cold
these are wet with the mountain rain, and, having no covering, they embrace the rocks
They have used violence to deprive orphans, and they have robbed the poor common people
From the naked and those who do not have enough clothing, and from the hungry, they have taken away sheaves of grain
They take their midday rest among the stockpiles of those who, though they have trodden the winepresses, suffer thirst
In the cities, they caused the men to groan and the spirit of the wounded to cry out, and so God does not allow this to go unpunished
They have been rebellious against the light; they have not known his ways, nor have they returned by his paths
The killer of men rises at first light; he executes the destitute and the poor, but, in truth, he is like a thief in the night
The eye of the adulterer waits for darkness, saying, “No eye will see me,” and he covers his face
He passes through houses in the nighttime, just as they had agreed among themselves in the daytime; and they are ignorant of the light
If sunrise should suddenly appear, it is treated by them like the shadow of death; and they walk in darkness, as if in light
He is nimble on the surface of water. His place on land is to be accursed. May he not walk by way of the vineyards
May he cross from the snowy waters to excessive heat, and his sin, all the way to hell
Let mercy forget him. His charm is worms. Let him not be remembered, but instead be broken like an unfruitful tree
For he has fed on the barren, who does not bear fruit, and he has not done good to the widow
He has pulled down the strong by his strength, and, when he stands up, he will not have trust in his life
God has given him a place for repentance, and he abuses it with arrogance, but his eyes are upon his ways
They are lifted up for a little while, but they will not continue, and they will be brought low, just like all things, and they will be taken away, and, like the tops of the ears of grain, they will be crushed
But, if this is not so, who is able to prove to me that I have lied and to place my words before God