6 Their webs become not a garment, Nor do they cover themselves with their works, Their works 'are' works of iniquity, And a deed of violence 'is' in their hands.
7 Their feet to evil do run, And they haste to shed innocent blood, Their thoughts 'are' thoughts of iniquity, Spoiling and destruction 'are' in their highways.
8 A way of peace they have not known, And there is no judgment in their paths, Their paths they have made perverse for themselves, No treader in it hath known peace.
9 Therefore hath judgment been far from us, And righteousness reacheth us not, We wait for light, and lo, darkness, For brightness -- in thick darkness we go,
10 We feel like the blind 'for' the wall, Yea, as without eyes we feel, We have stumbled at noon as at twilight, In desolate places as the dead.
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