³⁸ If against me my land doth cry out, And together its furrows weep,

²⁷ Reveal do the heavens his iniquity, And earth is raising itself against him.

¹³ Clothed have lambs the flock, And valleys are covered with corn, They shout -- yea, they sing!

¹¹ For a stone from the wall doth cry out, And a holdfast from the wood answereth it.

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;