How long wilt thou not depart 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 suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.
O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.
My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, 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, dost thou not judge and avenge our blood on them that dwell on the earth?