How long, Lord, will the wicked, how long will the wicked be jubilant?
So they impaled Haman on the pole he had set up for Mordecai. Then the king’s fury subsided.
Esther said, “An adversary and enemy! This vile Haman!” Then Haman was terrified before the king and queen.
that the mirth of the wicked is brief, the joy of the godless lasts but a moment.
You are God my stronghold. Why have you rejected me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?
They scoff, and speak with malice; with arrogance they threaten oppression.
How long, Lord? Will you be angry forever? How long will your jealousy burn like fire?
How long, Lord God Almighty, will your anger smolder against the prayers of your people?
How long, Lord? Will you hide yourself forever? How long will your wrath burn like fire?
“ ‘Alas, sword of the Lord, how long till you rest? Return to your sheath; cease and be still.’
How long, Lord, must I call for help, but you do not listen? Or cry out to you, “Violence!” but you do not save?
They called out in a loud voice, “How long, Sovereign Lord, holy and true, until you judge the inhabitants of the earth and avenge our blood?”