If I cry "Violence!" I'm not answered; I shout—but there is no justice.
He walled up my path so I can't pass and put darkness on my trail,
stripped my honor from me, removed the crown from my head,
tore me down completely so that I'll die, and uprooted my hope like a tree.
His anger burns against me; he considers me his enemy.
His troops come as one and construct their siege ramp against me; they camp around my tent.