with kings and wise men of the earth, who built ruins for themselves,

Behold, He breaks down, and it can not be built up again; He shuts up a man, and no one opens.

He pours scorn on princes, and unties the belt of the mighty.

Who is he that will plead for me, for now, I would be quiet and expire.

Oh earth, do not cover my blood, and let not my cry have a place.

Oh that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleads for his neighbor!

If indeed you magnify yourself against me, and plead against me my misery,

For he pressed down and forsook the poor; he stole a house, but he had not built it.

If you return to the Almighty, you shall be built up; you shall put away injustice far from your tents.

Will He plead against me with His great power? No, surely He would give heed to me.

If my step has turned out of the way, or my heart has walked after my eyes, and if any blot has held fast to my hands;

then let my arm fall from the shoulder blade, and let my arm be broken from the elbow.

And his young brood also sucks up blood; and where the dead are, there he is.