How long, Lord, shall the wicked, how long shall the wicked glory?
The triumph of the wicked is short and the joy of the impious but for a moment?
You, O God, are my strength. Why then do you spurn me? Why must I go about mourning, with the enemy oppressing me?
They scoff and spout their malice; from on high they utter threats.
How long, Lord? Will you be angry forever? Will your jealous anger keep burning like fire?
O God, restore us; light up your face and we shall be saved.
You cut short the days of his youth, covered him with shame. Selah V
Ah! Sword of the Lord! When will you find rest? Return to your scabbard; stop, be still!
How long, O Lord, must I cry for help and you do not listen? Or cry out to you, “Violence!” and you do not intervene?
They cried out in a loud voice, “How long will it be, holy and true master, before you sit in judgment and avenge our blood on the inhabitants of the earth?”