שַׁוְעָה

In the course of those many days, the king of Egypt died, and the children of Israel sighed because of the bondage, and they cried, and their cry came up to God because of the bondage.

The men who didn’t die were struck with the tumors; and the cry of the city went up to heaven.

In my distress, I called on Yahweh. Yes, I called to my God. He heard my voice out of his temple. My cry came into his ears.

In my distress I called on Yahweh, and cried to my God. He heard my voice out of his temple. My cry before him came into his ears.

Yahweh’s eyes are toward the righteous. His ears listen to their cry.

“Hear my prayer, Yahweh, and give ear to my cry. Don’t be silent at my tears. For I am a stranger with you, a foreigner, as all my fathers were.

I waited patiently for Yahweh. He turned to me, and heard my cry.

Hear my prayer, Yahweh! Let my cry come to you.

He will fulfill the desire of those who fear him. He also will hear their cry, and will save them.

Behold, the voice of the cry of the daughter of my people from a land that is very far off: “Isn’t Yahweh in Zion? Isn’t her King in her?” “Why have they provoked me to anger with their engraved images, and with foreign idols?”