15If I be wicked, woe unto me; and if I be righteous, yet will I not lift up my head. I am full of confusion; therefore see thou mine affliction;

6The tabernacles of robbers prosper, and they that provoke God are secure; into whose hand God bringeth abundantly.

7Wherefore do the wicked live, become old, yea, are mighty in power?

1Why, seeing times are not hidden from the Almighty, do they that know him not see his days?2Some remove the landmarks; they violently take away flocks, and feed thereof.3They drive away the ass of the fatherless, they take the widow's ox for a pledge.4They turn the needy out of the way: the poor of the earth hide themselves together.5Behold, as wild asses in the desert, go they forth to their work; rising betimes for a prey: the wilderness yieldeth food for them and for their children.6They reap every one his corn in the field: and they gather the vintage of the wicked.7They cause the naked to lodge without clothing, that they have no covering in the cold.8They are wet with the showers of the mountains, and embrace the rock for want of a shelter.9They pluck the fatherless from the breast, and take a pledge of the poor.10They cause him to go naked without clothing, and they take away the sheaf from the hungry;11Which make oil within their walls, and tread their winepresses, and suffer thirst.12Men groan from out of the city, and the soul of the wounded crieth out: yet God layeth not folly to them.

13Why dost thou strive against him? for he giveth not account of any of his matters.