Yet he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry out in his destruction.
Let them not say in their hearts, Ah, so would we have it: let them not say, We have swallowed him up.
Behold, I cry out concerning wrong, but I am not heard: I cry aloud, but there is no justice.
So let all your enemies perish, O LORD: but let them that love him be as the sun when it goes forth in its might. And the land had rest forty years.
Oh that one would hear me! behold, my desire is, that the Almighty would answer me, and that my adversary had written a book.