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.