I cry to you, and you do not answer me; I stand, and you merely look at me.
Even when I cry out, ‘Violence!’ I am not answered; I call aloud, but there is no justice.
But he did not answer her at all. And his disciples came and urged him, saying, “Send her away, for she keeps shouting after us.”
you have wrapped yourself with a cloud so that no prayer can pass through.
though I call and cry for help, he shuts out my prayer;
O my God, I cry by day, but you do not answer; and by night but find no rest.
Will God hear their cry when trouble comes upon them?
O that I had one to hear me! (Here is my signature! Let the Almighty answer me!) O that I had the indictment written by my adversary!
Yet you are holy, enthroned on the praises of Israel.
Wretched and close to death from my youth up, I suffer your terrors; I am desperate.