11 They press out oil within their walls,And tread winepresses, yet suffer thirst.
12 The dying groan in the city,And the souls of the wounded cry out;Yet God does not charge them with wrong.
13 “There are those who rebel against the light;They do not know its waysNor abide in its paths.
14 The murderer rises with the light;He kills the poor and needy;And in the night he is like a thief.
15 The eye of the adulterer waits for the twilight,Saying, ‘No eye will see me’;And he disguises his face.
16 In the dark they break into housesWhich they marked for themselves in the daytime;They do not know the light.
17 For the morning is the same to them as the shadow of death;If someone recognizes them,They are in the terrors of the shadow of death.