“O earth, do not cover my blood, and let my cry have no resting place.
For her blood is in her midst; she set it on the bare rock; she did not pour it on the ground to cover it with dust.
For behold, the Lord comes out of His place to punish the inhabitants of the earth for their iniquity; the earth also shall disclose her bloodshed and shall cover her slain no more.
Now you are cursed from the ground which opened its mouth to receive your brother’s blood from your hand.
O land, land, land, hear the word of the Lord!
When you reach out your hands, I will hide My eyes from you; even when you make many prayers, I will not hear. Your hands are full of blood.
Will God hear his cry when trouble comes upon him?
No longer cover their iniquity nor blot out their sin, which is before You since they have made insults against the builders.
though not for any violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high.
Let my cry come before You, O Lord; give me understanding according to Your word.