See, I cry, ‘Violence!’ but I am not heard. I cry aloud, but there is no right-ruling.
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?
O that one might plead for a man with Eloah, as a man with his neighbour!
Look, I know your thoughts, and the plots with which you would wrong me.
I cry out to You, but You do not answer me; I stand up, but You only look at me.
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.
For Iyoḇ
Would you also set aside My judgment? Would you pronounce Me wrong, and you be declared righteous?
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?
For He is not a man as I am that I answer Him, and we come together into right-ruling.
O My Elohim, I call by day, but You do not answer; And by night, but I find no rest.
Yet You are set-apart, Enthroned on the praises of Yisra’ĕ
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.
Also, when I cry and shout, He shuts out my prayer.