Even when I cry out, ‘Violence!’ I am not answered; I call aloud, but there is no justice.
Does it seem good to you to oppress, to despise the work of your hands and favor the schemes of the wicked?
that he would maintain the right of a mortal with God, as one does for a neighbor.
“Oh, I know your thoughts and your schemes to wrong me.
I cry to you, and you do not answer me; I stand, and you merely look at me.
“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.
For Job has said, ‘I am innocent, and God has taken away my right;
Will you even put me in the wrong? Will you condemn me that you may be justified?
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?
For he is not a mortal, as I am, that I might answer him, that we should come to trial together.
O my God, I cry by day, but you do not answer; and by night but find no rest.
Yet you are holy, enthroned on the praises of Israel.
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.
though I call and cry for help, he shuts out my prayer;