I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.
*Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard. I cry for help, but there is no justice.
Will God hear his cry when trouble comes on him?
oh that I had one to hear me! (behold, here is my signature, let the Almighty answer me); let the accuser write my indictment!
My God, I cry in the daytime, but you don't answer; in the night season, and am not silent.
But you are holy, you who inhabit the praises of Yisra'el.
I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.
You have covered yourself with a cloud, so that no prayer can pass through.
Yes, when I cry, and call for help, he shuts out my prayer.
But he answered her not a word. His talmidim came and begged him, saying, *Send her away; for she cries after us.*