Except the God of my father, the God of Abraham and the Fear of Isaac, had been for me, surely now you would have sent me away empty. God has seen my affliction and the toil of my palm, and last night He judged.
You have seen, for You take note of mischief and provocation, to give back with Your hand. The poor one leaves himself to You; You are the helper of the orphan.
Woe to me, my mother, that you have borne me, a man of strife, and a man of contention to the whole earth! I have not loaned, and not have they loaned to me; yet everyone curses me.