“Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand, and in his disaster cry for help?
Behold, I cry out, ‘Violence!’ but I am not answered; I call aloud, but there is no justice.
Oh, that I had one to hear me! (Here is my signature! let the Almighty answer me!) Oh, that I had the indictment written by my adversary!
Let them not say to themselves, “Aha, we have our heart's desire!” Let them not say, “We have swallowed him up.”
“So perish all thine enemies, O Lord! But thy friends be like the sun as he rises in his might.” And the land had rest for forty years.