And if it be not so now, who will prove me a liar, And make my speech nothing worth?

They lie all night naked without clothing, And have no covering in the cold.

There are that remove the landmarks; They violently take away flocks, and feed them.

Why are times not laid up by the Almighty? And why do not they that know him see his days?

Drought and heat consume the snow waters:'so doth'sheol those that have sinned.

These are of them that rebel against the light; They know not the ways thereof, Nor abide in the paths thereof.

There are that pluck the fatherless from the breast, And take a pledge of the poor;

The eye also of the adulterer waiteth for the twilight, Saying, No eye shall see me: And he disguiseth his face.

Behold, as wild asses in the desert They go forth to their work, seeking diligently for food; The wilderness yieldeth them bread for their children.

The murderer riseth with the light; He killeth the poor and needy; And in the night he is as a thief.

From out of the populous city men groan, And the soul of the wounded crieth out: Yet God regardeth not the folly.

They drive away the ass of the fatherless; They take the widow's ox for a pledge.

They make oil within the walls of these men; They tread their winepresses, and suffer thirst.

They cut their provender in the field; And they glean the vintage of the wicked.

They are exalted; yet a little while, and they are gone; Yea, they are brought low, they are taken out of the way as all others, And are cut off as the tops of the ears of grain.

The womb shall forget him; The worm shall feed sweetly on him; He shall be no more remembered; And unrighteousness shall be broken as a tree.

So that they go about naked without clothing, And being hungry they carry the sheaves.

He devoureth the barren that beareth not, And doeth not good to the widow.

For the morning is to all of them as thick darkness; For they know the terrors of the thick darkness.

Yet God preserveth the mighty by his power: He riseth up that hath no assurance of life.

Swiftly they pass away upon the face of the waters; Their portion is cursed in the earth: They turn not into the way of the vineyards.

They turn the needy out of the way: The poor of the earth all hide themselves.

God giveth them to be in security, and they rest thereon; And his eyes are upon their ways.

In the dark they dig through houses: They shut themselves up in the day-time; They know not the light.

They are wet with the showers of the mountains, And embrace the rock for want of a shelter.