Why are you still silent? O' Lord (English Poetry)

Why are you still silent?
Lord! Lord of my living!
Of the captive servant,
Don’t you know the striving?
 
Why did you abandon me?
Why did you make me mourning?
That I am with nothing in me,
Knowing, You left me yearning.
 
How many days are for me too
To be struggling within me?
Why did You throw me to shoo,
When I think always Thee?
 
I’ve waited,  my eyes stealth.
That You will help me in time.
And there are flaws in health,
I sobbed and cried all the time.
 
When obstacles come by men,
When I am mourning alone,
Answers will be from the Heaven
Rushing for I waited in groan.
 
You have made my heart troubled.
You allowed crooks to trample me.
How long will You allow to crumble,
My heart that is already in spree?
 
Me in front of the adversary
You make a mockery of it.
Me on the plan of conspiracy
You’ve leave me fallen slid.
 
Even if I beg crying N’ screaming
Didn't it reach to Your ears?
The disturbed intellect is seeming
Have you left me to shed tears?
 
Where is your God?  Enemies ask
When I was hurt by their speech,
Somewhere You leave me in husk 
Did you go distance not to reach?
 
In each and every day that dawn
Won’t it come to me in swiftness?
How long I need waiting to fawn?
Why do You keep this quietness? 
 
Tired of struggling N’ boggling
Indeed, I lost all my patience;
The weary mind is also juggling;
My tongue speaks in frustration.
 
What is the reason to hate me?
In what way I troubled you?
All previous sins done by me,
Are the causes for you to slew?
 
As I fight for right and justice,
Why do you refuse to support?
Before those who kill justice 
Why you have let me distort?
 
Who in the world do I have?
Begging for help is only to you.
My mind that is being wave,
Will you not still discern to boo.
 
Those who extort rights are aside,
Those who extort stuffs are aside,
Those who do derision are beside,
Those who scorn me are beside.
 
I too scream in the morning;
Your answer that I’m missing;
I begged crying in the evening;
The mind did not get blessing.
 
I'm just a dust before Thee;
For you I am not a matter;
To end living in this life free,
Too me, Why do you batter?
 
I’m not a human but a worm!
I’m a subject of wild contempt.
I’m subject to disdain unfirm.
I was below the cheap content.
 
“He trusted in the Lord, See!
May HE too redeem him” said
Those all who see, about me
Don’t you hear the jinx of dead?
 
The one who kept me in the womb!
The one who brought me out in time!
Even before I formed in the womb,
You are the one who wrote my name!

When I was shedding tears even,

When worry was crushing my mind,

The Help for me from the Heaven 

In a hurry was in those days I find.

The intimacy that existed before

From You for me your servant,

Whether it is with me still more?

The troubled heart asks urgent.

Going to distance leaving me

Do not give up me in longing!

In the danger surrounding me

What can I do alone hanging?

Lions many surround me around,

To pounce rapidly N’ to tear me.

A leash of howling foxes hound

For their prey to jump upon me.

I lost trying by trying 

The results are the naught.

All that by my studying

Is going to be useless by plot.

I became like spilled water.

My mind and body are distorted.

I was crushed like tatter

My bones all that are shattered 

The heart too is like wax

I found myself slowly dying.

Like an eagle to hunt my lax,

I see the deceivers are trying.

My strength is dried as a shell.

My tongue too is sticky above.

In the dust of the ditch itself 

You too put me as to shove. 

The plot of many conspirators

Are to slice my mind as a sieve

Atrocity of bureaucracy powers

Are rising unjustly what I relive.

As my heart is broken in pain,

As my bones melt in hotness,

Enemy who gave me the pain,

Stares rudely in my shortness.

My labor was exploited.

My blood was sucked.

All benefits of I sweated 

They shared of plucked. 

Don't leave me O’ Lord!

You are my only forte!

Upon me rushing toward,

Stand for my support.

Lord! Come to support me;

I’m discouraged and deserter;

Arrows are pointing to me;

I beg You to save me better.

In front of me standing as fort

You’ll come to fight for me!

Golden words of Your mouth

I’ll proclaim to all who see.

The meanness of the poor

Is not trivial to You indeed

You’ll come to support sure

To the call of poor, You’ll not hide

The praising of Your servant

Will come from You the Lord 

May Your servants sing chant 

Those who fear to You will chord.