TSK · Isaiah 59:11

I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.

I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned by reason of the anguish of my heart.

They draw near who follow after wickedness. They are far from your law.

I chattered like a swallow or a crane. I moaned like a dove. My eyes weaken looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed. Be my security."

Therefore is justice far from us, neither does righteousness overtake us: we look for light, but, behold, darkness; for brightness, but we walk in obscurity.

Oh that my head were waters, and my eyes a spring of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!

They haven't cried to me with their heart, but they howl on their beds. They assemble themselves for grain and new wine. They turn away from me.