A prayer for someone who is suffering and does not understand why. Sovereign Lord, My friends accuse me of turning my spirit against you, and say that my heart has carried me away. They tell me that iniquity is teaching my mouth and that I have chosen the tongue of the crafty. They insist that I suffer because I have stretched out my hand against you and defied you, the Almighty One, by running stubbornly against you as a soldier with a thickly bossed shield. They have, all of them, become miserable comforters. And yet, Lord, I have searched my heart and life and there is no violence in my hands, and my motives in prayer are pure. But if I speak about my troubles, my pain is not assuaged. Yet if I do not speak about my pain, none of it leaves me. It seems as though you have worn me out. You have made desolate all my company by turning even my friends against me. You have shriveled me up and torn me in your wrath. You have given me up to the ungodly and set me up as your target with archers surrounding me. I was at ease, but you have broken me apart. My spirit is broken, and my plans and the desires of my heart have been broken off. My face is red with weeping, and on my eyelids is deep darkness. My eye pours out tears to you that you would allow me to argue my case with you as a son of man does with his neighbor. May my cry to you find no resting place until it reaches your ear. Even in my pain, I choose to walk in righteousness and hold to my way. I choose to believe that he who has clean hands will in time grow stronger and stronger. I trust that there is a witness for me in heaven, and that there is one on high who testifies for me. This I pray in the name of Jesus, the one who always lives to intercede for the saints. Amen.