Rotherham(i)
8 With the sweeping rain of the mountains, are they wet, and, through having no shelter, they embrace a rock.
9 Men tear, from the breast, the fatherless, and, over the poor, they take a pledge;
10 Naked, they go about without clothing, and, famished, they carry the sheaves;
11 Between their walls, are they exposed to the sun, Wine–presses, they tread, and yet are thirsty;
12 Out of the city––out of the houses, they make outcry. and, the soul of the wounded, calleth for help, and, GOD, doth not regard it as foolish.