9“The wicked snatch a widow’s child from her breast,
taking the baby as security for a loan.
10The poor must go about naked, without any clothing.
They harvest food for others while they themselves are starving.
11They press out olive oil without being allowed to taste it,
and they tread in the winepress as they suffer from thirst.
12The groans of the dying rise from the city,
and the wounded cry for help,
yet God ignores their moaning.
13“Wicked people rebel against the light.
They refuse to acknowledge its ways
or stay in its paths.
14The murderer rises in the early dawn
to kill the poor and needy;
at night he is a thief.
15The adulterer waits for the twilight,
saying, ‘No one will see me then.’
He hides his face so no one will know him.
16Thieves break into houses at night
and sleep in the daytime.
They are not acquainted with the light.
17The black night is their morning.
They ally themselves with the terrors of the darkness.
18“But they disappear like foam down a river.
Everything they own is cursed,
and they are afraid to enter their own vineyards.
19The grave consumes sinners
just as drought and heat consume snow.
20Their own mothers will forget them.
Maggots will find them sweet to eat.
No one will remember them.
Wicked people are broken like a tree in the storm.
21They cheat the woman who has no son to help her.
They refuse to help the needy widow.
22“God, in his power, drags away the rich.
They may rise high, but they have no assurance of life.
23They may be allowed to live in security,
but God is always watching them.
24And though they are great now,
in a moment they will be gone like all others,
cut off like heads of grain.
25Can anyone claim otherwise?
Who can prove me wrong?”
