Yet he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry out in his destruction.
Behold, I cry out concerning wrong, but I am not heard: I cry aloud, but there is no justice.
Oh that one would hear me! behold, my desire is, that the Almighty would answer me, and that my adversary had written a book.
Let them not say in their hearts, Ah, so would we have it: let them not say, We have swallowed him up.
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.