“People cry out because of the excess of oppression; they cry out for help because of the power of the mighty.

“If I cry out, ‘Violence!’ I receive no answer; I cry for help, but there is no justice.

for I rescued the poor who cried out for help, and the orphan who had no one to assist him;

I cry out to you, but you do not answer me; I stand up, and you only look at me.

I go about blackened, but not by the sun; in the assembly I stand up and cry for help.

The godless at heart nourish anger, they do not cry out even when he binds them.

From the city the dying groan, and the wounded cry out for help, but God charges no one with wrongdoing.

Who prepares prey for the raven, when its young cry out to God and wander about for lack of food?