1Why are peeps who know the Almighty not vibing with his days? Like, fr?

2Some be moving the boundaries, taking flocks like it’s nothing, and just feeding off that.

3They kick the fatherless' donkey to the curb and snatch the widow’s ox for a quick loan.

4They straight up push the needy outta the way; the poor be hiding together, no cap.

5Check it, wild donkeys in the desert are just vibing, hustling for food; the wilderness feeds them and their kids.

6They’re out here reaping their corn in the fields and gathering the harvest of the wicked, no cap.

7They leave the naked out here, no drip, so they freeze in the cold.

8They get soaked from the mountain rains and hug the rocks for a little shelter, sus.

9They snatch the fatherless from their moms and take from the poor, that’s savage.

10They send him out naked, no clothes, and take food from the hungry, fr.

11They make oil in their homes and stomp grapes in their winepresses, but still thirsty.

12Men be groaning from the city, and the wounded are crying out; yet God ain't trippin.

13They’re the ones who rebel against the light; they don’t know the vibes or follow the paths.

14The murderer, rising with the light, takes out the poor and needy, like a thief in the night.

15The eye of the cheater waits for twilight, thinking, “No one’s gonna see me,” and masks up.

16In the dark, they dig through houses they scoped out during the day; they don’t know about the light.

17For them, morning feels like the shadow of death; if you know them, it’s all terror vibes.

18He’s as quick as water; their lot is cursed on earth; he doesn’t see the vineyard vibes.

19Drought and heat are consuming the snow waters; the grave does the same to those who sin, fr.

20The womb will forget him; worms will feast on him; he won’t be remembered; wickedness will break like a tree.

21He treats the barren badly and does nothing good for the widow, that’s just messed up.

22He pulls the strong with his power; he rises up, and no one’s sure about life, periodt.

23Even if he’s safe, resting easy; his eyes are still on their ways, sus.

24They get hype for a minute, then they’re gone and brought low; they’re taken out like corn tops, no cap.

25And if it ain't like that now, who’s gonna call me a liar and make my words worthless?

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.

13They are of those that rebel against the light; they know not the ways thereof, nor abide in the paths thereof.

14The murderer rising with the light killeth the poor and needy, and in the night is as a thief.

15The eye also of the adulterer waiteth for the twilight, saying, No eye shall see me: and disguiseth his face.

16In the dark they dig through houses, which they had marked for themselves in the daytime: they know not the light.

17For the morning is to them even as the shadow of death: if one know them, they are in the terrors of the shadow of death.

18He is swift as the waters; their portion is cursed in the earth: he beholdeth not the way of the vineyards.

19Drought and heat consume the snow waters: so doth the grave those which have sinned.

20The womb shall forget him; the worm shall feed sweetly on him; he shall be no more remembered; and wickedness shall be broken as a tree.

21He evil entreateth the barren that beareth not: and doeth not good to the widow.

22He draweth also the mighty with his power: he riseth up, and no man is sure of life.

23Though it be given him to be in safety, whereon he resteth; yet his eyes are upon their ways.

24They are exalted for a little while, but are gone and brought low; they are taken out of the way as all other, and cut off as the tops of the ears of corn.

25And if it be not so now, who will make me a liar, and make my speech nothing worth?