11 They make oil within the walls of these men. They tread wine presses, and suffer thirst.
12 From out of the populous city, men groan. The soul of the wounded cries out, yet God doesn’t regard the folly.
13 “These are of those who rebel against the light. They don’t know its ways, nor stay in its paths.
14 The murderer rises with the light. He kills the poor and needy. In the night he is like a thief.
15 The eye also of the adulterer waits for the twilight, saying, ‘No eye shall see me.’ He disguises his face.
16 In the dark they dig through houses. They shut themselves up in the daytime. They don’t know the light.
17 For the morning is to all of them like thick darkness, for they know the terrors of the thick darkness.