How long will you not look away from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
Turn from him, that he may rest, till he shall accomplish, as a hireling, his day.
He will not permit me to take my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away, and be no more.
My soul is also greatly troubled: but you, O LORD, how long?
LORD, how long shall the wicked, how long shall the wicked triumph?
And they cried with a loud voice, saying, How long, O Lord, holy and true, do you not judge and avenge our blood on them that dwell on the earth?