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.
10 Naked, they have gone without clothing, And hungry -- have taken away a sheaf.
11 Between their walls they make oil, Wine-presses they have trodden, and thirst.
12 Because of enmity men do groan, And the soul of pierced ones doth cry, And God doth not give praise.
