I cried to You, but You did not answer me. I stood up, and You considered me.
Behold, I cry out, Violence! And I am not answered; I cry aloud, but there is no justice.
Will God hear his cry when distress comes upon him?
Oh that to me were one to listen to me! Behold my mark! Let the Almighty answer me, and let the Man of my contention write an indictment.
O my God, I cry by day, but You do not answer; and in the night, and there is no silence to Me.
But You are holy, abiding on Israel’s praises.
I am an afflicted one and dying from youth; I suffer Your terrors; I am distracted.
You have covered Yourself with a cloud, from any prayer passing through.
Also, when I cry out and shout for help, He shuts out my prayer.
But He did not answer her a word. And coming near, His disciples asked Him, saying, Send her away, for she cries out behind us.