8 They are wet from the rainstorm of the mountains, and they cling to the rock without refuge.
9 “They snatch the orphan from the breast, and they take a pledge against the needy.
10 They go about naked, without clothing, and hungry, they carry the sheaves.
11 Between their terraces they press out oil; they tread the presses, but they are thirsty.
12 From the city people groan, and the throat of the wounded cries for help; yet God does not regard it as unseemly.
13 “Those are among the ones rebelling against the light; they do not recognize his ways, and they do not stay in his paths.
14 At dusk the murderer rises; he kills the needy and the poor, and in the night he is like a thief.