TSK · Job 33:20

For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.

Their soul abhors all kinds of food. They draw near to the gates of death.

Forasmuch therefore as you trample on the poor, and take taxes from him of wheat: You have built houses of cut stone, but you will not dwell in them. You have planted pleasant vineyards, but you shall not drink their wine.