﻿Job.
Chapter 24.
Why does the Almighty not appoint times? Why do those who know him not see his days? 
Some move boundary markers; they seize a flock and pasture it. 
They drive away the donkey of the fatherless and take the widow's ox in pledge. 
They thrust the needy off the road; the poor of the land hide together. 
Look, like wild donkeys in the wilderness, they go out to their work, seeking food early; the steppe gives him bread for the young. 
They reap his fodder in the field and glean the wicked man's vineyard. 
They spend the night naked, without clothing, with no covering in the cold. 
They are soaked by the mountain rains and embrace a rock for lack of shelter. 
They snatch the fatherless from the breast and take pledges from the poor. 
The poor walk naked, without clothing; hungry, they carry sheaves. 
Between their walls they press oil; they tread winepresses, yet go thirsty. 
From the city men groan, and the soul of the wounded cries for help, yet God takes no account of wrongdoing. 
They are among those who rebel against the light; they do not know its ways or remain in its paths. 
The murderer rises at the light; he kills the poor and needy, and at night he is like a thief. 
The adulterer's eye waits for twilight, saying, ‘No eye will see me,’ and he covers his face. 
In darkness he digs through houses; by day they shut themselves in. They do not know the light. 
For morning is the shadow of death to them all, for each knows the terrors of the shadow of death. 
He is light on the surface of the waters; their portion in the land is cursed; he does not turn toward the way of vineyards. 
Drought and heat snatch away snow water; so Sheol snatches away those who have sinned. 
The womb forgets him; the worm finds him sweet. He is remembered no more, and injustice is broken like a tree. 
He mistreats the barren woman who has not borne and does no good to the widow. 
He draws the mighty away by his power; he rises, and no one is sure of life. 
He gives him security, and he rests on it, yet his eyes are on their ways. 
They are raised up for a little while, and each is no more; they are brought low and gathered like all others, and they wither like the head of an ear of grain. 
If it is not so, who will prove me a liar and bring my words to nothing?” 
