if the men of my tent did not say, ‘Who is there that has not been satisfied with his meat?’
The guests in my house, and my female servants, reckon me for a stranger – I am a foreigner in their eyes.
Why do you persecute me like Ě
You do not give the weary water to drink, and you have withheld bread from the hungry.
I was a father to the poor, and I investigated the case which I did not know.
Did I not weep for him who was in trouble? Was my being not grieved for the poor?
The stranger did not have to spend the night in the street, for I have opened my doors to the way.
When evil-doers come against me To eat up my flesh, My adversaries and my enemies, They shall stumble and fall.
Let them not say in their hearts, “Aha, our desire!” Let them not say, “We have swallowed him up.”
But they lie in wait for their own blood, They ambush their own lives.
if you extend your being to the hungry and satisfy the afflicted being, then your light shall dawn in the darkness, and your darkness be as noon.
“See, this day your eyes have seen that יהוה gave you today into my hand in the cave, and one said to slay you. But my eye pardoned you, and I said, ‘I do not stretch out my hand against my master, for he is the anointed of יהוה.’
And the men of Dawiḏ
And Aḇ