Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breast, that I should nurse?

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

He binds up the waters in his thick clouds, and the cloud is not burst under them.

Behold, my breast is as wine which has no vent; like new wineskins it is ready to burst.

I have spoken once, and I will not answer; Yes, twice, but I will proceed no further."