Even when I call out or cry for help, he shuts out my prayer.
My God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer, by night, but I find no rest.
“I cry out to you, God, but you do not answer; I stand up, but you merely look at me.
“Though I cry, ‘Violence!’ I get no response; though I call for help, there is no justice.
About three in the afternoon Jesus cried out in a loud voice, “Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?” (which means “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”).
How long, Lord, must I call for help, but you do not listen? Or cry out to you, “Violence!” but you do not save?
You have covered yourself with a cloud so that no prayer can get through.
How long, Lord God Almighty, will your anger smolder against the prayers of your people?
“You have covered yourself with anger and pursued us; you have slain without pity.
For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened.