"I goabout mourningwithoutcomfort; I standup in the assembly[and] cryout for help.
"Behold,I cry,'Violence!'but I getnoanswer;I shoutfor help,but thereis nojustice.
"Therefore my harpis turnedto mourning,And my fluteto the soundof those who weep.
I am bentover and greatlyboweddown;I gomourningalldaylong.
I will sayto Godmy rock,"Whyhave You forgottenme? Whydo I gomourningbecause of the oppressionof the enemy?"
For You are the Godof my strength;whyhave You rejectedme? Whydo I gomourningbecause of the oppressionof the enemy?
