Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry for help, but there is no justice.
Yea, when I cry, and call for help, he shutteth out my prayer.
Wilt thou even annul my judgment? Wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayest be justified?
For Job hath said, I am righteous, And God hath taken away my right:
I cry unto thee, and thou dost not answer me: I stand up, and thou gazest at me.
Behold, I know your thoughts, And the devices wherewith ye would wrong me.
For as often as I speak, I cry out; I cry, Violence and destruction! because the word of Jehovah is made a reproach unto me, and a derision, all the day.
O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou answerest not; And in the night season, and am not silent.
That he would maintain the right of a man with God, And of a son of man with his neighbor!
Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, That thou shouldest despise the work of thy hands, And shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
For he is not a man, as I am, that I should answer him, That we should come together in judgment.
The earth is given into the hand of the wicked; He covereth the faces of the judges thereof: If it be not he, who then is it?
Howbeit doth not one stretch out the hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?
I go mourning without the sun: I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel.