He devoureth the barren that beareth not; And doeth not good to the widow.
The blessing of him that was ready to perish came upon me: And I caused the widow's heart to sing for joy.
They drive away the ass of the fatherless, They take the widow's ox for a pledge.
Thou hast sent widows away empty, And the arms of the fatherless have been broken.
The LORD will root up the house of the proud: But he will establish the border of the widow.