“Why does the Almighty not reserve times for judgment? Why may those who know Him never see His days?
Indeed, like wild donkeys in the desert, the poor go to work foraging for food; the wasteland is food for their children.
The fatherless infant is snatched from the breast; the nursing child of the poor is seized for a debt.
From the city, men groan, and the souls of the wounded cry out, yet God charges no one with wrongdoing.
When daylight is gone, the murderer rises to kill the poor and needy; in the night he is like a thief.
They are but foam on the surface of the water; their portion of the land is cursed, so that no one turns toward their vineyards.
The womb forgets them; the worm feeds on them; they are remembered no more. So injustice is broken like a tree.
They are exalted for a moment, then they are gone; they are brought low and gathered up like all others; they are cut off like heads of grain.