¹¹     crush olives between millstones,^[a]
    tread winepresses, but remain thirsty.
¹² From the city, the dying cry out;
    the throat of the mortally wounded screams, but God assigns no blame.

¹³ They rebel against light,
    don’t acknowledge its direction,
    don’t dwell in its paths.

¹¹     crush olives between millstones,^[a]
    tread winepresses, but remain thirsty.
¹² From the city, the dying cry out;
    the throat of the mortally wounded screams, but God assigns no blame.

¹³ They rebel against light,
    don’t acknowledge its direction,
    don’t dwell in its paths.