So he saves from the sword that comes from their mouth, even the poor from the hand of the powerful.

They turn the needy from the pathway, and the poor of the land hide themselves together.

I was a father to the needy, and I investigated the case of the person I did not know;

Have I not wept for the unfortunate? Was not my soul grieved for the poor?

If I have seen anyone about to perish for lack of clothing, or a poor man without a coat,

Before daybreak the murderer rises up; he kills the poor and the needy; in the night he is like a thief.