Lord - There are six things You hate, one is abominable. I looked around and I see more evil, I see a haughty heart and a lying tongue all plundering the poor.
Moreover, a wicked heart full of mischief ruling with a hot iron. Although you hate a false balance, yet it is every man for himself, they eat from a poor man's table and leave no crumbs, lying lips you hate but I see a liar who eats his delicacies by lying to his poor neighbor.
The unjust man plunders and loots, while he fills his house with treasures produced through the sweat glands of the poor.
Lord arise and fight for the poor.
The mountainous barriers cannot be removed, it is staged on their way, the carnivores have eaten their flesh and devour them like vultures. There I stood and watched as a watchman standing on guard, for their hands are tied up and with a painfully soiled hands there reach out, they cried day in and day out!
But no one to rescue,
I marveled as the world turns south, Those that remained, some wonder whether you even care or whether you even exist. As evil is encroaching, doubts circulates, hearts being harden, My faith still remains strong.
While the voice of justice, is being silenced from the poor. Yet my hope awaits upon you.
but for me I see the end, the wrath of the lamb, the unjust, you will be punished and be brought low. They will not stand in your congregation, the congregation of the righteous.
The mighty men will see the mightier One, and they will throw away their possession. They will come into a hideout and beg the mountains to fall on them, and Angel with swiftness will bury the wicked in the pool of his own blood.
The Lord alone will deliver his own, No
longer will they beg for bread but will have enough and will lie down in safety.
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