“He pours contempt on nobles
And loosens the belt of the strong.

“O earth, do not cover my blood,
And let there be no resting place for my cry.

“O that a man might plead with God
As a man with his neighbor!

“His troops come together,
And build up their way against me
And camp around my tent.

“For he has oppressed and forsaken the poor;
He has seized a house which he has not built.

“He has built his house like the spider’s web,
Or as a hut which the watchman has made.

“On the right hand their brood arises;
They thrust aside my feet and build up against me their ways of destruction.

And I placed boundaries on it
And set a bolt and doors,

“His young ones also suck up blood;
And where the slain are, there is he.”