Behold, I cry out, Violence! And I am not answered. I cry aloud, but there is no justice.
Is it good to You that You should press down, that You should despise the work of Your hands, and shine on the counsel of the wicked?
Oh that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleads for his neighbor!
Behold, I know your thoughts, and the plots which you wrongfully hatch against me.
I cried to You, and You did not hear me; I stood up, and You did not consider me.
Surely He will not stretch out His hand to the ruin-heap, though they cry in their misfortune.
I go in mourning with no sun; I stood up and I cried out in the congregation.
For Job has said, I am righteous; and God has taken away my right;
Will you also set aside My judgment? Will you condemn Me so that you may be justified?
The earth is given into the hand of the wicked; He covers the faces of its judges; if it is not He, then who is it?
For He is not a man, as I am, that I should answer Him, that we should come together in judgment;
O my God, I cry in the daytime, but You do not answer; and in the night, and am not silent.
But You are holy, enthroned on the praises of Israel.
For whenever I speak, I cry out, I cry violence and ruin; for the Word of Jehovah has been a reproach and a cause of mocking to me all day.
Also when I cry and shout, He shuts out my prayer.