3 The ass of the fatherless they lead away, They take in  pledge the ox of the widow,
         
                                
                        4 They turn aside the needy from the way, Together have hid  the poor of the earth.
         
                                
                        5 Lo, wild asses in a wilderness, They have gone out about  their work, Seeking early for prey, A mixture for himself --  food for young ones.
         
                                
                        6 In a field his provender they reap, And the vineyard of the  wicked they glean.
         
                                
                        7 The naked they cause to lodge Without clothing. And there  is no covering in the cold.
         
                                
                        8 From the inundation of hills they are wet, And without a  refuge -- have embraced a rock.
         
                                
                        9 They take violently away From the breast the orphan, And on  the poor they lay a pledge.