Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction.
Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry aloud, but there is no judgment.
Oh that one would hear me! Behold, my desire is, that the Almighty would answer me, and that mine 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 thine enemies perish, O Lord: but let them that love him be as the sun when he goeth forth in his might. And the land had rest forty years.