But you do see, for you note mischief and vexation, that you may take it into your hands; to you the helpless commits himself; you have been the helper of the fatherless.
My soul is in the midst of lions; I lie down amid fiery beasts -- the children of man, whose teeth are spears and arrows, whose tongues are sharp swords.
You who are of purer eyes than to see evil and cannot look at wrong, why do you idly look at traitors and are silent when the wicked swallows up the man more righteous than he?