Who Can Prove Me a Liar?
“Why are times not stored up by the Almighty,
And why do those who know Him not behold His days?
2 Some move the boundaries;
They seize and devour flocks.
3 They drive away the donkeys of the orphans;
They take the widow’s ox for a pledge.
4 They push the needy aside from the road;
The afflicted of the land are made to hide themselves altogether.
5 Behold, as wild donkeys in the wilderness
They go forth seeking food earnestly in their work,
The desert becomes for him a place of bread for his young ones.
6 They harvest their fodder in the field
And glean the vineyard of the wicked.
7 They spend the night naked, without clothing,
And have no covering against the cold.
8 They are wet with the mountain rains
And hug the rock for want of a shelter.
9 Others snatch the orphan from the breast,
And against the afflicted they take a pledge.
10 Those poor ones walk about naked without clothing,
And hungry ones carry the sheaves.
11 Within the walls they produce oil;
They tread wine presses but thirst.
12 From the city men groan,
And the souls of the wounded cry out;
Yet God does not pay attention to such offense.