Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand, or in calamity cry out for help?
Let them not say in their hearts, “Aha, our desire!” Let them not say, “We have swallowed him up.”
See, I cry, ‘Violence!’ but I am not heard. I cry aloud, but there is no right-ruling.
“So do all Your enemies perish, O יהוה! But let those who love Him be like the sun rising in its might!” And the land had rest forty years.
Who would give me a hearing? See, my signature, let the Almighty answer me, and let my accuser write a bill!