My Mood Is Positively Habakkuk-esque

How long, Yahweh, am I to cry for help while you will not listen; to cry, ‘Violence!’ in your ear while you will not save?  Why do you make me see wrong-doing, why do you countenance oppression? Plundering and violence confront me, contention and discord flourish.  And so the law loses its grip and justice never emerges, since the wicked outwits the upright and so justice comes out perverted. (Hab. 1:2-4)