If my land cries out against me, or its furrows weep together;
The heavens reveal his crookedness, and the earth rises up against him.
They remove landmarks; they rob and feed on flocks;
The meadows are dressed in flocks, And valleys are covered with grain; They shout for joy and sing.
“For a stone from the wall cries out, and a beam from the timbers answers it.
See, the wages of the workmen who mowed your fields, which you kept back, cry out. And the cries of the reapers have reached the ears of יהוה of hosts.