Futility of Injustice
1Why are times not stored up by Shaddai? And why do those who know Him not see His days?
2Some remove the boundary-stones; they steal flocks and pasture them.
3They drive away the orphans donkey and take the widows ox as a pledge.
4They turn the needy off the path; they force the poor of the land into hiding.
5Behold, like wild donkeys in the desert, they go about their work, foraging prey in the desert as food for their children.
6They reap their fodder in the field and glean in the vineyard of the wicked.
7Without clothing they spend the night naked, without covering against the cold.
8They are drenched by mountain rains, and hug the rock for lack of shelter.
9The orphan is snatched from the breast; the infant of the poor is taken as a pledge.
10They wander about naked, without clothing and go hungry while they carry sheaves.
11They press oil between the terraces; they tread winepresses, but are thirsty.
12From the city men groan, and the souls of the wounded cry out; yet God charges no one with folly.
13These are those who rebel against the light, who do not recognize its ways or stay in its paths.
14The murderer rises with the light, kills the poor and needy, and in the night becomes a thief.
15The eye of the adulterer waits for twilight, thinking, No eye will see me, and he disguises his face.
16When it is dark, they break into houses, but by day, they shut themselves in; they do not know the light.
17For to all of them, morning is as thick darkness; they are familiar with the terrors of thick darkness.
18He is foam on the surface of water; their portion of the land is cursed; no one turns toward their vineyards.
19As heat and drought snatch away the melted snow, so Sheol, takes away those who have sinned.
20The womb forgets him, the worm feasts on him, no longer will he be remembered. But like a tree, wickedness is broken.
21He feeds on the barren and childless woman, and shows no kindness to the widow.
22But He drags off the mighty by His power; He raises up, yet no one has assurance of life.
23He allows him to rest in a sense of security, but His eyes are on their ways.
24They are exalted for a little while and then they are gone; they are brought low and gathered up like all others, they are like heads of grain they wither.
25Now if it is not so, who can prove me a liar, and reduce my speech to nothing?