Even when I cry out, ‘Violence!’ I am not answered; I call aloud, but there is no justice.
though I call and cry for help, he shuts out my prayer;
Will you even put me in the wrong? Will you condemn me that you may be justified?
For Job has said, ‘I am innocent, and God has taken away my right;
I cry to you, and you do not answer me; I stand, and you merely look at me.
“Oh, I know your thoughts and your schemes to wrong me.
For whenever I speak, I must cry out; I must shout, “Violence and destruction!” For the word of the Lord has become for me a reproach and derision all day long.
O my God, I cry by day, but you do not answer; and by night but find no rest.
that he would maintain the right of a mortal with God, as one does for a neighbor.
Does it seem good to you to oppress, to despise the work of your hands and favor the schemes of the wicked?
For he is not a mortal, as I am, that I might answer him, that we should come to trial together.
The earth is given into the hand of the wicked; he covers the eyes of its judges— if it is not he, who then is it?
“Surely one does not turn against the needy, when in disaster they cry for help.
I go about in sunless gloom; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.
Yet you are holy, enthroned on the praises of Israel.