How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?
Aren't my days few? Cease then. Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
Look away from him, that he may rest, until he shall accomplish, as a hireling, his day.
He will not allow me to catch my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away, and exist no more.*
My soul is also in great anguish. But you, LORD--how long?
LORD, how long will the wicked, how long will the wicked triumph?
They cried with a loud voice, saying, *How long, Master, the holy and true, until you judge and avenge our blood on those who dwell on the earth?*