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You who trample on the needy,
While swallowing up the poor;
You are being rude and greedy,
For the Word of God, you ignore.

When will the new moon shall be gone,
So that we might sell our grain;
We need to harvest wheat at dawn,
Such a trifling amount of rain.

We may buy the poor for silver,
The needy for a pair of shoes;
The price of chaff I can waiver,
But taking a loss I refuse.

Surely God will never forget,
About any of our deeds;
I have no plans to be in debt,
And enabled to meet my needs.

Shall not the land for this tremble,
Everyone dwelling here grieves;
All the people would assemble,
As the prince of darkness deceives.

On that day the sun will go dark,
Darken the earth in broad daylight;
Darkness reigns to where you embark,
A starless sky resembles night.

God turns your feasts into sorrow,
As your songs to lamentation;
Sackcloth for to wear tomorrow,
Hair loss as a condemnation.

He will make you mourn for your son,
At the end like a bitter day;
For the evil that you have done,
His commandments you disobey.

Copyright ©2022 Richard Newton Sherrer

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