Why are times of judgment not stored up by the Almighty? And why do those who know Him not see His days?

Some remove landmarks; They seize the flock and pasture them.

They drive away the donkey of the fatherless And take the widow's ox as a pledge.

They turn the needy out of the way; The poor of the land are made to hide together.

Indeed, like wild asses in the desert, They go forth to their work, Diligently seeking some prey; The wilderness provides them food for their children.

In the field they harvest their fodder, And they glean the vintage of the wicked.

They spend the night naked, without clothing; And have no covering in the cold.

They are wet from the mountain showers, And for lack of shelter they embrace the rock.

Some pluck the fatherless from the breast, And what the poor has on, as a pledge.

They go about naked, without clothing; And being hungry, they take up the sheaves.

Between their walls they press out oil; They tread the winepresses yet suffer thirst.

From the city men groan, And the soul of the wounded cries out; Yet God does not regard the folly.

These are among those who rebel against the light; They are not acquainted with its ways, Nor do they abide in its paths.

The murderer rises at dawn; He kills the poor and the needy; And at night he is like a thief.

The eye of the adulterer also watches for the twilight, Saying, Not an eye will see me; And he disguises his face.

They dig through houses in the dark; By day they shut themselves in: They do not know the light.

For morning is to all of them like the shadow of death, Because they are acquainted with the terrors of the shadow of death.

Swift are they upon the face of the waters; Their portion is cursed in the earth; There is none who turns toward the vineyards.

Drought and heat snatch the snow water, As Sheol snatches those who have sinned.

The womb forgets him; The worm finds him sweet; He is remembered no more; And wrongdoing is broken like a tree.

He despoils the barren woman who does not bear, And does no good for the widow.

But God preserves the mighty by His power; He arises, and no one is certain of life.

He grants a man to be secure, and he rests on it; And His eyes are upon their ways.

They are exalted a little while, then they are no more; And they are brought low; like all others, they are gathered in And are cut off like the tops of the ears of grain.

And if it is not so, then who will prove me a liar And bring my words to nought?