If it isn't so now, who will prove me a liar, and make my speech worth nothing?"

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

There are people who remove the landmarks. They violently take away flocks, and feed them.

"Why aren't times laid up by the Almighty? Why don't those who know him see his days?

Drought and heat consume the snow waters, so does Sheol those who have sinned.

"These are of those who rebel against the light. They don't know its ways, nor stay in its paths.

There are those who pluck the fatherless from the breast, and take a pledge of the poor,

The eye also of the adulterer waits for the twilight, saying, 'No eye shall see me.' He disguises his face.

Behold, as wild donkeys in the desert, they go forth to their work, seeking diligently for food. The wilderness yields them bread for their children.

The murderer rises with the light. He kills the poor and needy. In the night he is like a thief.

From out of the populous city, men groan. The soul of the wounded cries out, yet God doesn't regard the folly.

They drive away the donkey of the fatherless, and they take the widow's ox for a pledge.

They make oil within the walls of these men. They tread wine presses, and suffer thirst.

They cut their provender in the field. They glean the vineyard of the wicked.

They are exalted; yet a little while, and they are gone. Yes, 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. Unrighteousness shall be broken as a tree.

So that they go around naked without clothing. Being hungry, they carry the sheaves.

He devours the barren who don't bear. He shows no kindness to the widow.

For the morning is to all of them like thick darkness, for they know the terrors of the thick darkness.

Yet God preserves the mighty by his power. He rises up who has no assurance of life.

"They are foam on the surface of the waters. Their portion is cursed in the earth. They don't turn into the way of the vineyards.

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

God gives them security, and they rest in it. His eyes are on their ways.

In the dark they dig through houses. They shut themselves up in the daytime. They don't know the light.

They are wet with the showers of the mountains, and embrace the rock for lack of a shelter.