TSK · Isaiah 59:11

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

I am numb with pain and severely battered; I groan loudly because of the anxiety I feel.

Those who are eager to do wrong draw near; they are far from your law.

Like a swallow or a thrush I chirp, I coo like a dove; my eyes grow tired from looking up to the sky. O Lord, I am oppressed; help me!

Israel Confesses its Sin For this reason deliverance is far from us and salvation does not reach us. We wait for light, but see only darkness; we wait for a bright light, but live in deep darkness.

(8:23) I wish that my head were a well full of water and my eyes were a fountain full of tears! If they were, I could cry day and night for those of my dear people who have been killed.

They do not pray to me, but howl in distress on their beds; They slash themselves for grain and new wine, but turn away from me.