Let the money-lender lay a snare for all that is his; and let strangers take the fruit of his labor.
giving back his gain, and he will not eat. As to the wealth of his trading, even he shall not enjoy it.
Their harvest the hungry eats, and takes it even out of the thorns; and the snare swallows up their wealth.
And you shall grope at noonday, as the blind gropes in darkness, and you shall not prosper in your ways. And you shall always be pressed down and spoiled forever, and no man shall save you.