¹² The bones of the dying cry from the city; the wounded cry for help; yet God does not respond to their moaning.

¹³ “The wicked rebel against the light and are not acquainted with the right and the good. ^14-15 They are murderers who rise in the early dawn to kill the poor and needy; at night they are thieves and adulterers, waiting for the twilight ‘when no one will see me,’ they say. They mask their faces so no one will know them.