They lie all night naked without clothing, and have no covering in the cold.
They are wet with the showers of the mountains, and embrace the rock for lack of a shelter.
There are those who pluck the fatherless from the breast, and take a pledge of the poor, so that they go around naked without clothing.
Being hungry, they carry the sheaves.
They make oil within the walls of these men.
They tread wine presses, and suffer thirst.
From out of the populous city, men groan.
The soul of the wounded cries out, yet God doesn’t regard the folly.