See, I cry, ‘Violence!’ but I am not heard. I cry aloud, but there is no right-ruling.
Also, when I cry and shout, He shuts out my prayer.
Would you also set aside My judgment? Would you pronounce Me wrong, and you be declared righteous?
For Iyoḇ
I cry out to You, but You do not answer me; I stand up, but You only look at me.
Look, I know your thoughts, and the plots with which you would wrong me.
For when I speak, I cry out, proclaiming violence and ruin. Because the word of יהוה was made to me a reproach and a derision daily.
O My Elohim, I call by day, but You do not answer; And by night, but I find no rest.
O that one might plead for a man with Eloah, as a man with his neighbour!
Is it good to You that You should crush, that You should despise the work of Your hands, and shine on the counsel of the wrong?
For He is not a man as I am that I answer Him, and we come together into right-ruling.
Earth has been given into the hand of the wrong. He covers the faces of its judges. If it is not He, then who is it?
Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand, or in calamity cry out for help?
I went about blackened, but not by the sun; I stood up in the assembly, I cried for help.
Yet You are set-apart, Enthroned on the praises of Yisra’ĕ