A raw, anguished cry against injustice and the apparent silence of God. The psalmist demands to know why the Lord stands far off while the wicked hunt the poor, boast in their greed, and say in their hearts “there is no God.”
“Why, LORD, do You stand far off? Why do You hide Yourself in times of trouble?”
The arrangement opens with mournful duduk over sparse acoustic, building through dark cello drones in the tensest accusations before ney soars as confidence returns. The wicked will not triumph forever — God sees, God remembers, God will break the arm of the evildoer.