CLV(i)
7 Naked, they lodge at night without clothing, And they have no covering for the cold.
8 They are doused by the mountain storm, And without a refuge they hug to a rock.
9 Yet others snatch the orphan from the breast, And they take as a pledge the unweaned of the humble.
10 Naked they go without clothing, And hungry they carry the sheaf.
11 Without their songs they clarify oil; They tread the wine vats yet are thirsty.
12 In the city the dying moan, And the soul of the wounded implores for help; Yet Eloah, He does not place charges of impropriety.