ISV(i)
8 They are wet from mountain rains; without shelter, they cling to a rock.
9 “The fatherless are torn from the breast; the poor are taken away as security for a loan.
10 They wander around naked, without clothes; hungry, though they carry sheaves of grain.
11 They press oil between the olive groves owned by the wicked; they suffer from thirst, even while treading the winepress.
12 From the city, dying men groan aloud, and the wounded cries out for help, but God charges no one with wrong.