How long until You look away from me? Will You not let me alone until I swallow my saliva?
Are not my days few? Stop then, and leave me alone that I may cheer up a little,
turn from him, that he may rest, until he, as a hired man, finishes his day.
He will not allow me to get my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
Turn Your gaze away from me, that I may become cheerful again, before I go away and am no more.
My soul is greatly troubled, but You, O Lord—how long?
O Lord, how long shall the wicked, how long shall the wicked triumph?
They cried out with a loud voice, “How long, O Sovereign Lord, holy and true, until You judge and avenge our blood on those who dwell on the earth?”