Let the extortioner catch all that he hath; And let strangers make spoil of his labour.
That which he laboured for shall he restore, and shall not swallow it down; According to the substance that he hath gotten, he shall not rejoice.
Whose harvest the hungry eateth up, And taketh it even out of the thorns, And the snare gapeth for their substance
and thou shalt grope at noonday, as the blind gropeth in darkness, and thou shalt not prosper in thy ways: and thou shalt be only oppressed and spoiled alway, and there shall be none to save thee.