12 The groans of the dying rise from the city,and the wounded cry for help,yet God ignores their moaning.
13 “Wicked people rebel against the light.They refuse to acknowledge its waysor stay in its paths.
14 The murderer rises in the early dawnto kill the poor and needy;at night he is a thief.
15 The adulterer waits for the twilight,saying, ‘No one will see me then.’He hides his face so no one will know him.
16 Thieves break into houses at nightand sleep in the daytime.They are not acquainted with the light.
17 The black night is their morning.They ally themselves with the terrors of the darkness.
18 “But they disappear like foam down a river.Everything they own is cursed,and they are afraid to enter their own vineyards.