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