²¹ Treating evil the barren `who' beareth not, And `to' the widow he doth no good,

¹³ The blessing of the perishing cometh on me, And the heart of the widow I cause to sing.

⁶ and her adversity hath also provoked her greatly, so as to make her tremble, for Jehovah hath shut up her womb.

⁷ And so he doth year by year, from the time of her going up into the house of Jehovah, so it provoketh her, and she weepeth, and doth not eat.

⁹ Widows thou hast sent away empty, And the arms of the fatherless are bruised.

³ The ass of the fatherless they lead away, They take in pledge the ox of the widow,

¹⁶ If I withhold from pleasure the poor, And the eyes of the widow do consume,

¹⁷ And I do eat my morsel by myself, And the orphan hath not eat of it,

¹⁸ (But from my youth He grew up with me as `with' a father, And from the belly of my mother I am led.)