Behold, I cry out, Violence! And I am not answered; I cry aloud, but there is no justice.
Also, when I cry out and shout for help, He shuts out my prayer.
Yea, will you also nullify My judgment; will you condemn Me so that you may be justified?
For Job has said, I am righteous; also, God has turned away my right;
I cried to You, but You did not answer me. I stood up, and You considered me.
Behold, I know your thoughts, and the devices with which you do wrong against me;
For whenever I speak, I cry out, I proclaim violence and ruin; for the Word of Jehovah has been to me a reproach and being mocked all the day.
O my God, I cry by day, but You do not answer; and in the night, and there is no silence to Me.
O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleads for his friend!
Is it good to You that You should press on me, that You should despise the work of Your palms, and You shine on the counsel of the wicked ones?
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 one; He covers the faces of its judges. If it is not He, then who is it?
Surely He will not send out His hand to the ruin heap; behold, though he cries for help in his destruction.
I go about being in the dark with no sun; I stood up in the assembly, and I cried out.
But You are holy, abiding on Israel’s praises.