Why don’t you stop looking at me long enough to let me swallow my spit?
“ ‘Isn’t my life short enough? So stop ⌞this⌟, and leave me alone. Let me smile a little
Look away from him, and he will cease to be. Meanwhile, he loves life as a laborer loves work.
He would not let me catch my breath. He fills me with bitterness.
Look away from me so that I may smile again before I go away and am no more.
My soul has been deeply shaken with terror. But you, O Lord, how long … ?
How long, O Lord, will wicked people triumph? How long?
They cried out in a loud voice, “Holy and true Master, how long before you judge and take revenge on those living on earth who shed our blood?”