Rizpah the daughter of Aiah took sackcloth and spread it for herself on the rock, from the beginning of harvest until water poured on them from the sky. She allowed neither the birds of the sky to rest on them by day, nor the animals of the field by night.
“A son honors his father, and a slave his master. If I am a father, then where is my honor? And if I am a master, where is the respect due me?” says YHWH Almighty to y’all priests who despise my name. “Y’all ask, ‘How have we despised your name?’”