How long wilt thou not look away from me,\par\tab Nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
He will not suffer me to take my breath,\par\tab But filleth me with bitterness.
Look away from him, that he may rest,\par\tab Till he shall accomplish, as a hireling, his day.
and they cried with a great voice, saying, How long, O Master, the holy and true, dost thou not judge and avenge our blood on them that dwell on the earth?
Jehovah, how long shall the wicked,\par\tab How long shall the wicked triumph?
My soul also is sore troubled:\par\tab And thou, O Jehovah, how long?
Are not my days few? cease then,\par\tab And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
Oh spare me, that I may recover strength,\par\tab Before I go hence, and be no more.\par