6. In a field his provender they reap, And the vineyard of the wicked they glean.
7. The naked they cause to lodge Without clothing. And there is no covering in the cold.
8. From the inundation of hills they are wet, And without a refuge--have embraced a rock.
9. They take violently away From the breast the orphan, And on the poor they lay a pledge.
10. Naked, they have gone without clothing, And hungry--have taken away a sheaf.
11. Between their walls they make oil, Wine-presses they have trodden, and thirst.