If I called to him and he answered, I still don’t believe he would listen to me.
Then call me, and I will answer, or let me speak, and you answer.
I smiled at them when they doubted, and my approval was important to them.
Even if I were right, I could not answer him; I could only beg God, my Judge, for mercy.
He would crush me with a storm and multiply my wounds for no reason.
When the Lord brought the prisoners back to Jerusalem, it seemed as if we were dreaming.
In my trouble I called to the Lord. I cried out to my God for help. From his temple he heard my voice; my call for help reached his ears.
So Moses told this to the Israelites, but they would not listen to him. They were discouraged, and their slavery was hard.
While they still could not believe it because they were amazed and happy, Jesus said to them, “Do you have any food here?”
Then Gideon said, “Sir, if the Lord is with us, why are we having so much trouble? Where are the miracles our ancestors told us he did when the Lord brought them out of Egypt? But now he has left us and has handed us over to the Midianites.”