⁴ Turbulent as the waters,^(A) you will no longer excel,
    for you went up onto your father’s bed,
    onto my couch and defiled it.^(B)

⁷ They trample on the heads of the poor
    as on the dust of the ground
    and deny justice to the oppressed.
Father and son use the same girl
    and so profane my holy name.^(A)