Your sins withholden your luck.
For scoundrels are found in My folk, 26
Who prowl with the crouch of a fowler(?)[235]
And set their traps to destroy,
'Tis men they would catch!
Like a cage that is full of birds, 27
Their houses are filled with deceit,[236]
And so they wax wealthy and great— 28
They are fat, they are sleek!—
Overflowing with things of evil(?),