Surely He will not send out His hand to the ruin heap; behold, though he cries for help in his destruction.
Behold, I cry out, Violence! And I am not answered; I cry aloud, but there is no justice.
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.
Let them not say in their hearts, Aha! Our soul! Let them not say, We have swallowed him up.
So all Your enemies shall perish, O Jehovah, and those who love Him shall be as the sun when it goes forth in its might. And the land had rest forty years.