²⁷ Anger on the fatherless ye cause to fall, And are strange to your friend.

³ and in covetousness, with moulded words, of you they shall make merchandise, whose judgment of old is not idle, and their destruction doth not slumber.

²⁷ religion pure and undefiled with the God and Father is this, to look after orphans and widows in their tribulation -- unspotted to keep himself from the world.

¹⁰ Even she doth become an exile, She hath gone into captivity, Even her sucklings are dashed to pieces At the top of all out-places, And for her honoured ones they cast a lot, And all her great ones have been bound in fetters.

³ And for My people they do cast a lot, And they give the young man for an harlot, And the young woman have sold for wine, That they may drink.

¹⁵ A pit he hath prepared, and he diggeth it, And he falleth into a ditch he maketh.

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

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

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

⁵ And I have drawn near to you for judgment, And I have been a witness, Making haste against sorcerers, And against adulterers, And against swearers to a falsehood, And against oppressors of the hire of an hireling, Of a widow, and of a fatherless one, And those turning aside a sojourner, And who fear Me not, said Jehovah of Hosts.

⁷ Father and mother made light of in thee, To a sojourner they dealt oppressively in thy midst, Fatherless and widow they oppressed in thee.

²² A cry is heard from their houses, For Thou bringest against them suddenly a troop, For they dug a pit to capture me, And snares they have hidden for my feet.

²⁰ Is evil recompensed instead of good, That they have dug a pit for my soul? Remember my standing before Thee to speak good of them, To turn back Thy wrath from them.

¹⁰ Remove not a border of olden times, And into fields of the fatherless enter not,

¹¹ For their Redeemer `is' strong, He doth plead their cause with thee.

³ Judge ye the weak and fatherless, The afflicted and the poor declare righteous.

⁶ A net they have prepared for my steps, Bowed down hath my soul, They have digged before me a pit, They have fallen into its midst. Selah.

²¹ If I have waved at the fatherless my hand, When I see in `him' the gate of my court,

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

¹² For I deliver the afflicted who is crying, And the fatherless who hath no helper.

²² `Any widow or orphan ye do not afflict;

²³ if thou dost really afflict him, surely if he at all cry unto Me, I certainly hear his cry;

²⁴ and Mine anger hath burned, and I have slain you by the sword, and your wives have been widows, and your sons orphans.