Men groan from out of the city, and the soul of the wounded cries for help; yet God does not charge foolishness.

For I delivered the poor who cried for help, and the fatherless who had none to help him.

They are driven forth from the midst; they cried against them as a thief.

I cried to You, and You did not hear me; I stood up, and You did not consider me.

I go in mourning with no sun; I stood up and I cried out in the congregation.