The groans of the dying rise from the city, and the souls of the wounded cry out for help. But God charges no one with wrongdoing.
“There are those who rebel against the light, who do not know its ways or stay in its paths.
When daylight is gone, the murderer rises up, kills the poor and needy, and in the night steals forth like a thief.
The eye of the adulterer watches for dusk; he thinks, ‘No eye will see me,’ and he keeps his face concealed.
In the dark, thieves break into houses, but by day they shut themselves in; they want nothing to do with the light.
For all of them, midnight is their morning; they make friends with the terrors of darkness.
“Yet they are foam on the surface of the water; their portion of the land is cursed, so that no one goes to the vineyards.
As heat and drought snatch away the melted snow, so the grave snatches away those who have sinned.
The womb forgets them, the worm feasts on them; the wicked are no longer remembered but are broken like a tree.
They prey on the barren and childless woman, and to the widow they show no kindness.
But God drags away the mighty by his power; though they become established, they have no assurance of life.