8 They are wet with the showers of the mountains, And embrace the rock for want of a shelter.
9 There are that pluck the fatherless from the breast, And take a pledge of the poor;
10 'So that' they go about naked without clothing, And being hungry they carry the sheaves.
11 They make oil within the walls of these men; They tread 'their' winepresses, and suffer thirst.
12 From out of the populous city men groan, And the soul of the wounded crieth out: Yet God regardeth not the folly.
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