LEB(i)
8 They are wet from the rainstorm of the mountains,* and they cling to the rock ⌊without⌋* refuge.
9 "They* snatch the orphan from the breast, and they take a pledge against the needy.*
10 They* go about naked, without clothing, and hungry, they carry the sheaves.*
11 Between their terraces they press out oil; they tread the presses, but* they are thirsty.
12 From the city people groan, and the throat* of the wounded cries for help; yet* God does not ⌊regard it as unseemly⌋.*