^{8 Ref} From the inundation of hills they are wet, And without a refuge -- have embraced a rock.

^{9 Ref} They take violently away From the breast the orphan, And on the poor they lay a pledge.

^{10 Ref} Naked, they have gone without clothing, And hungry -- have taken away a sheaf.

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

^{12 Ref} Because of enmity men do groan, And the soul of pierced ones doth cry, And God doth not give praise.