i can often tell the kids in my classes that have been abused - whether verbally, physically, or sexually - i can't distinguish which - but there is a "haunted" look - a wariness, a knowing, sad expression that is too mature in the eyes. it's not as easy for me to tell with adults.
How long, LORD, must I call for help, but you do not listen?
Or cry out to you, “Violence!” but you do not save?
Why do you make me look at injustice?
Why do you tolerate wrongdoing?...
Therefore the law is paralyzed, and justice never prevails....