However, does not one falling in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand? Or in his calamity will he not therefore cry for help?
I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the congregation and cry for help.
I will lift up my eyes to the hills [around Jerusalem, to sacred Mount Zion and Mount Moriah] -- "From whence shall my help come?
And said, I cried out of my distress to the Lord, and He heard me; out of the belly of Sheol cried I, and You heard my voice.