“Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand, and in his disaster cry for help?
Let them not say in their hearts, “Aha, our heart’s desire!” Let them not say, “We have swallowed him up.”
Behold, I cry out, ‘Violence!’ but I am not answered; I call for help, but there is no justice.
“So may all your enemies perish, O Lord! But your friends be like the sun as he rises in his might.” And the land had rest for forty years.
Oh, that I had one to hear me! (Here is my signature! Let the Almighty answer me!) Oh, that I had the indictment written by my adversary!