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among the olive rows of the wicked they make oil; they tread the winepresses, but suffer thirst.
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From out of the city the dying groan, and the soul of 1the wounded cries for help; yet God charges no one with 2wrong.
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"There are those who rebel 3against the light, who are not acquainted with its ways, and do not stay in its paths.
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The murderer rises before it is light, that he 4may kill the poor and needy, and in the night he is like a thief.
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The eye of the adulterer also waits for 5the twilight, saying, 'No 6eye will see me'; and he veils his face.
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In the dark they 7dig through houses; by day they shut themselves up; they do not know the light.
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For 8deep darkness is morning to all of them; for they are friends with the terrors of deep darkness.
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"You say, 9'Swift are they on the face of the waters; their portion is cursed in the land; no treader turns toward their vineyards.
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Drought and heat snatch away the snow waters; so does 10Sheol those who have sinned.
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The womb forgets them; the worm finds them sweet; they are 11no longer remembered, so wickedness is broken like 12a tree.'
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"They wrong the barren, childless woman, and do no good to the widow.