Like wild donkeys1 in the desert, the poor go about their labor2 of foraging food; the wasteland3 provides food for their children.
They gather fodder4 in the fields and glean in the vineyards5 of the wicked.67
Lacking clothes, they spend the night naked; they have nothing to cover themselves in the cold.78
They are drenched8 by mountain rains and hug9 the rocks for lack of shelter.109
The fatherless11 child is snatched12 from the breast; the infant of the poor is seized13 for a debt.1410
Lacking clothes, they go about naked;15 they carry the sheaves,16 but still go hungry.
They crush olives among the terracesa; they tread the winepresses,17 yet suffer thirst.1812
The groans of the dying rise from the city, and the souls of the wounded cry out for help.19 But God charges no one with wrongdoing.2013
"There are those who rebel against the light,21 who do not know its ways or stay in its paths.2214
When daylight is gone, the murderer rises up and kills23 the poor and needy;24 in the night he steals forth like a thief.2515
The eye of the adulterer26 watches for dusk;27 he thinks, 'No eye will see me,'28 and he keeps his face concealed.