Surely He will not stretch out His hand to the ruin-heap, though they cry in their misfortune.
Behold, I cry out, Violence! And I am not answered. I cry aloud, but there is no justice.
Oh that I had one to hear me! Behold my mark. Let the Almighty answer me, and my Accuser write an indictment.
Let them not say in their hearts, Aha! Our Soul! Let them not say, We have swallowed him up.
So let all Your enemies perish, O Jehovah. But let them that love Him be like the sun when he goes forth in his might. And the land had rest forty years.