Haven't you made a hedge around him, and around his house, and around all that he has, on every side? You have blessed the work of his hands, and his substance is increased in the land.

Haven't you poured me out like milk, and curdled me like cheese?

Haven't you asked wayfaring men? Don't you know their evidences,

You haven't given water to the weary to drink, and you have withheld bread from the hungry.

I haven't gone back from the commandment of his lips. I have treasured up the words of his mouth more than my necessary food.