“If my land has cried out against me and its furrows have wept together,
The heavens will reveal their iniquity, and the earth will rise up against them.
The wicked remove landmarks; they seize flocks and pasture them.
the meadows clothe themselves with flocks; the valleys deck themselves with grain; they shout and sing together for joy.
The very stones will cry out from the wall, and the rafter will respond from the woodwork.
Listen! The wages of the laborers who mowed your fields, which you kept back by fraud, cry out, and the cries of the harvesters have reached the ears of the Lord of hosts.