Why do you crush my people and grind the faces of the poor?” ¹  The sovereign Lord who commands armies ²  has spoken.

A man with crushed ¹  or severed genitals ²  may not enter the assembly of the Lord. ³ 

a woman threw an upper millstone ¹  down on his ²  head and shattered his skull.

So ¹  in all our distress and affliction, we were reassured about you, brothers and sisters, ²  through your faith.

And when the donkey saw the angel of the Lord, she pressed herself into the wall, and crushed Balaam’s foot against the wall. So he beat her again. ¹ 

“Tell these people this, Jeremiah: ¹  ‘My eyes overflow with tears day and night without ceasing. ²  For my people, my dear children, ³  have suffered a crushing blow. They have suffered a serious wound. ⁴ 

My enemies’ taunts cut into me to the bone, ¹  as they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?” ² 

He executes judgment ¹  against ²  the nations; he fills the valleys with corpses; ³  he shatters their heads over the vast battlefield. ⁴ 

and they ¹  made the Israelites serve rigorously. ² 

You must not muzzle your ¹  ox when it is treading grain.

But the Egyptians mistreated and oppressed us, forcing us to do burdensome labor.

The Lord impoverishes and makes wealthy; he humbles and he exalts.

(But some of the priests mixed the spices.)

“How long will you torment me ¹  and crush ²  me with your words? ³ 

They press out the olive oil between the rows of olive trees; ¹  they tread the winepresses while they are thirsty. ² 

Its heart ¹  is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone.

For your arrows pierce ¹  me, and your hand presses me down. ² 

You led us into a trap; ¹  you caused us to suffer. ² 

How blessed will be the one who grabs your babies and smashes them on a rock! ¹ 

Therefore, his disaster will come suddenly; in an instant ¹  he will be broken, and there will be no remedy.