With kings and counsellors of the earth, Who built up waste places for themselves;

Behold, he breaketh down, and it cannot be built again; He shutteth up a man, and there can be no opening.

He poureth contempt upon princes, And looseth the belt of the strong.

O earth, cover not thou my blood, And let my cry have no resting -place.

If indeed ye will magnify yourselves against me, And plead against me my reproach;

For he hath oppressed and forsaken the poor; He hath violently taken away a house, and he shall not build it up.

If thou return to the Almighty, thou shalt be built up, If thou put away unrighteousness far from thy tents.

Then let my shoulder fall from the shoulder-blade, And mine arm be broken from the bone.

Her young ones also suck up blood: And where the slain are, there is she.