If my land cries out against me, or its furrows weep together;
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.
“For a stone from the wall cries out, and a beam from the timbers answers it.
The meadows are dressed in flocks, And valleys are covered with grain; They shout for joy and sing.
The heavens reveal his crookedness, and the earth rises up against him.
They remove landmarks; they rob and feed on flocks;