11 crush olives between millstones,tread winepresses, but remain thirsty.
12 From the city, the dying cry out;the throat of the mortally wounded screams, but God assigns no blame.
13 They rebel against light,don’t acknowledge its direction,don’t dwell in its paths.
14 The murderer rises at twilight,kills the poor and needy;at night, they are like a thief.
15 The adulterer’s eye watches for twilight,thinking, No eye can see me,and puts a mask over his face.
16 In the dark they break into houses;they shut themselves in by day;they don’t know the light.
17 Deep darkness is morning to thembecause they recognize the horror of darkness.