MSB(i)
8 Drenched by mountain rains, they huddle against the rocks for want of shelter.
9 The fatherless infant is snatched from the breast; the nursing child of the poor is seized for a debt.
10 Without clothing, they wander about naked. They carry the sheaves, but still go hungry.
11 They crush olives within their walls; they tread the winepresses, but go thirsty.
12 From the city, men groan, and the souls of the wounded cry out, yet God charges no one with wrongdoing.