Treating evil the barren `who' beareth not, And `to' the widow he doth no good,
Widows thou hast sent away empty, And the arms of the fatherless are bruised.
The ass of the fatherless they lead away, They take in pledge the ox of the widow,
The blessing of the perishing cometh on me, And the heart of the widow I cause to sing.
The house of the proud Jehovah pulleth down, And He setteth up the border of the widow.