8 They are wet with the showers of the mountains,
And ^ahuddle around the rock for want of shelter. ‡

9 “Some snatch the fatherless from the breast,
And take a pledge from the poor.

11 They press out oil within their walls,
And tread winepresses, yet suffer thirst.

12 The dying groan in the city,
And the souls of the wounded cry out;
Yet God does not charge them with wrong.