²⁴ Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction.

²⁸ I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.

³⁵ Oh that one would hear me! behold, my desire is, that the Almighty would answer me, and that mine adversary had written a book.

² Hearken unto the voice of my cry, my King, and my God: for unto thee will I pray.