For I rescued the poor man who cried out for help,
and the fatherless child who had no one to support him.

Yet no one would stretch out his hand
against a ruined man
when he cries out to him for help
because of his distress.

I walk about blackened, but not by the sun.
I stood in the assembly and cried out for help.

If my land cries out against me
and its furrows join in weeping,

Indeed, God does not listen to empty cries,
and the Almighty does not take note of it—