I cry unto Thee, And Thou dost not answer me, I have stood, and Thou dost consider me.
Lo, I cry out -- violence, and am not answered, I cry aloud, and there is no judgment.
His cry doth God hear, When distress cometh on him?
Who giveth to me a hearing? lo, my mark. The Mighty One doth answer me, And a bill hath mine adversary written.
My God, I call by day, and Thou answerest not, And by night, and there is no silence to me.
And Thou `art' holy, Sitting -- the Praise of Israel.
I `am' afflicted, and expiring from youth, I have borne Thy terrors -- I pine away.
Thou hast covered Thyself with a cloud, So that prayer doth not pass through.
Also when I call and cry out, He hath shut out my prayer.
And he did not answer her a word; and his disciples having come to him, were asking him, saying -- `Let her away, because she crieth after us;'