Men groan from out of the city, and the soul of the wounded cries out: yet God charges not folly to them.

Because I delivered the poor that cried, and the fatherless, and him that had none to help him.

They were driven forth from among men, (they cried after them as after a thief;)

I went mourning but not in the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.

If my land cries against me, and its furrows likewise complain;