A Song. A Psalm for the Sons of Korah, to the chief musician on Mahalath, to make humble. A Poem of Heman the Ezrahite. O Jehovah God of my salvation, I have cried in the day, in the night before You.
For the vision is still for the appointed time, but it breathes to the end, and it does not lie. Though it delays, wait for it, because coming it will come; it will not tarry.
Therefore, if you, being evil, know to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father, the One in Heaven give good things to those that ask Him?
Then if you being evil know to give good gifts to your children, how much more the Father out of Heaven will give the Holy Spirit to the ones asking Him.
I have thanks to God, whom I worship from my forefathers in a pure conscience, how unceasingly I have remembrance concerning you in my petitions night and day,
The Lord of the promise is not slow, as some deem slowness, but is long-suffering toward us, not purposing any to perish, but all to turn one’s self to repentance.
And they cried with a great voice, saying, Until when, holy and true Master, do You not judge and take vengeance for our blood, from the ones dwelling on the earth?