I Was a Father to the Poor

When i went out to the gate of the city, when i prepared my seat in the square, the young men saw me and withdrew. And the aged rose and stood. The princes refrained from talking and laid hands on their mouths. When the ear heard it, called me blessed. And when the eye saw it approved. Because i delivered the poor who cried and the fatherless who had none to help him. I put on righteousness and it clothed me. Justice was like a robe in a turban. I was eyes to the blind and feet to the lame. But now they make sport of me? Men whose fathers i would have disdained to set with the dogs of my