But, if not, who then can convict me of falsehood? or make of no account my words?

Ill-clad, they are left to lodge without clothing, and have no covering in the cold;

Boundaries, men move back, flocks, they seize and consume;

Wherefore, since from the Almighty times are not hid, have, his knowing ones, no vision of his days?

Drought and heat, steal away snow water, Hades, them who have sinned.

They, have become rebels against the light, - they are not acquainted with the ways thereof, neither abide they in the paths thereof.

Men tear, from the breast, the fatherless, and, over the poor, they take a pledge;

And, the eye of the adulterer, watcheth for the evening twilight, saying, Not an eye will see me! A covering for the face, he putteth on;

Lo! as wild asses in the wilderness, they go forth with their work, eager seekers for prey, the waste plain, yieldeth them food for their young;

With the light, riseth the murderer, He slayeth the poor and needy, And, in the night, he becometh like a thief.

Out of the city - out of the houses, they make outcry. and, the soul of the wounded, calleth for help, and, GOD, doth not regard it as foolish.

The ass of the fatherless, they drive off, they take in pledge the ox of the widow;

Between their walls, are they exposed to the sun, Wine-presses, they tread, and yet are thirsty;

In the field - -a man's fodder, they cut down, and, the vineyard of the lawless, they strip of its late berries;

They are exalted a little, and are not, Yea having been laid low, like all men, are they gathered, Even as the top of an ear of corn, do they hang down.

Maternal love shall forget him, the worm shall find him sweet, No more shall he be remembered, but perversity shall be shivered like a tree.

Naked, they go about without clothing, and, famished, they carry the sheaves;

He oppresseth the barren who beareth not, and, to the widow, he doeth not good;

For, in the case of all such, morning to them is the death-shade, For, to be recognised, is a death-shade terror.

Yea he draggeth along the mighty by his strength, He riseth up, and none hath assurance of life;

Swift is he on the face of the waters, Speedily vanished their share in the land, He turneth not to the way of the vineyards.

They turn aside the needy out of the way, at once, are the humbled of the land made to hide themselves.

It is given him to be secure, and confident, yet, his eyes, are upon their ways.

He breaketh, in the dark, into houses, - By day, they lock themselves in, They know not the light;

With the sweeping rain of the mountains, are they wet, and, through having no shelter, they embrace a rock.