¹¹ They crush olives among the terraces^[a];
    they tread the winepresses,^(A) yet suffer thirst.^(B)
12 The groans of the dying rise from the city,
    and the souls of the wounded cry out for help.^(C)
    But God charges no one with wrongdoing.^(D)

¹³ “There are those who rebel against the light,^(E)
    who do not know its ways
    or stay in its paths.^(F)