Lord of hosts, how long will you smolder in anger while your people pray?
I refuse to touch them; they are like loathsome food to me.
All day long my enemies taunt me; in their rage, they make my name a curse.
My soul thirsts for God, the living God. When can I enter and see the face of God?
A maskil of Asaph. Why, God, have you cast us off forever? Why does your anger burn against the sheep of your pasture?
How long, Lord? Will you be angry forever? Will your jealous anger keep burning like fire?
The Lord will give you bread in adversity and water in affliction. No longer will your Teacher hide himself, but with your own eyes you shall see your Teacher,
You wrapped yourself in wrath and pursued us, killing without pity;
You wrapped yourself in a cloud, which no prayer could pierce.