I cried to You, and You did not hear me; I stood up, and You did not consider me.
Behold, I cry out, Violence! And I am not answered. I cry aloud, but there is no justice.
Will God hear his cry when trouble comes on him?
Oh that I had one to hear me! Behold my mark. Let the Almighty answer me, and my Accuser write an indictment.
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.
I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up; while I suffer Your terrors, I pine away.
You have wrapped Yourself with a cloud from any prayer passing through.
Also when I cry and shout, He shuts out my prayer.
But He did not answer her a word. And His disciples came and begged Him, saying, Send her away, for she cries after us.