¹⁴ It is naught, it is naught, saith the buyer: but when he is gone his way, then he boasteth.

¹³ Behold, therefore I have smitten mine hand at thy dishonest gain which thou hast made, and at thy blood which hath been in the midst of thee.

⁷ He is a merchant, the balances of deceit are in his hand: he loveth to oppress.