Why lettest thou me see weariness and labour? Tyranny and violence are before me, power overgoeth right:

Then shall they take a fresh courage unto them, to go forth and do more evil, and so ascribe that power unto their God.

O how suddenly will they stand up, that shall bite thee, and awake, that shall tear thee in pieces? Yea, thou shalt be their prey.

Woe unto him, that covetously gathereth evil gotten goods into his house: that he may set his nest on high, to escape from the power of misfortune.

His glory covereth the heavens, and the earth is full of his praise. His shine is as the sun, and beams of light go out of his hands; there is his power hid.

Thou didst strike through with his scepter, the heads of his plan people: which come as a stormy wind to scatter me abroad, and are glad when they may eat up the poor secretly.

For the fig trees shall not be green, and the vines shall bear no fruit. The labour of the olive shall be but lost, and the land shall bring no corn: the sheep shall be taken out of the fold, and there shall be no cattle in the stalls.