Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry aloud, but there is no judgment.
Also when I cry and shout, He shutteth out my prayer.
Wilt thou also disannul my judgment? Wilt thou condemn me, that thou mayest be righteous?
For Job hath said, I am righteous: And God hath taken away my judgment.
I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me: I stand up, and thou regardest me not.
Behold, I know your thoughts, And the devices which ye wrongfully imagine against me.
For since I spake, I cried out, I cried violence and spoil; because the word of the LORD was made a reproach unto me, and a derision, daily.
O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not; And in the night season, and am not silent.
O that one might plead for a man with God, As a man pleadeth for his neighbour!
Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, That thou shouldest despise the work of thine hands, And shine upon the counsel of the wicked?
For he is not a man, as I am, that I should answer him, And we should come together in judgment.
The earth is given into the hand of the wicked: He covereth the faces of the judges thereof; If not, where, and who is he?
Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, Though they cry in his destruction.
I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel.