¹¹ Between their walls they make oil, Wine-presses they have trodden, and thirst.

⁴ lo, the reward of the workmen, of those who in-gathered your fields, which hath been fraudulently kept back by you -- doth cry out, and the exclamations of those who did reap into the ears of the Lord of Sabaoth have entered;

⁴ `Thou dost not muzzle an ox in its threshing.

¹³ Wo to him who is building his house by unrighteousness, And his upper chambers by injustice, On his neighbour he layeth service for nought, And his wage he doth not give to him.