Whoeatthe fleshof my people,Stripofftheir skinfrom them, Breaktheir bonesAnd chop[them] up as for the potAnd as meatin a kettle."
Do allthe workersof wickednessnot know,Who eatup my people[as] they eatbread,[And] do not callupon the Lord?
When evildoerscameupon me to devourmy flesh,My adversariesand my enemies,they stumbledand fell.
There is a kindof [man] whose teethare [like] swordsAnd his jawteeth[like] knives,To devourthe afflictedfrom the earthAnd the needyfrom among men.
The LORDentersinto judgmentwith the eldersand princesof His people,"It is you who have devouredthe vineyard;The plunderof the pooris in your houses.
"Whatdo you mean by crushingMy peopleAnd grindingthe faceof the poor?"Declaresthe LordGODof hosts.
who say,Is not [the time] nearto buildhouses?This[city] is the potand we are the flesh.'
Putin it the pieces,Everygoodpiece,the thighand the shoulder;Fill[it] with choicebones.
Hearthis,you who tramplethe needy,to doawaywith the humbleof the land,
"RecentlyMy peoplehave arisenas an enemy--You stripthe robeoffthe garmentFrom unsuspectingpassers-by,[From] those returnedfrom war.
Her princeswithinher are roaringlions,Her judgesare wolvesat evening;They leavenothingfor the morning.
