O Lord, how long shall the wicked, how long shall the wicked exult?
they cried out with a loud voice, “Sovereign Lord, holy and true, how long will it be before you judge and avenge our blood on the inhabitants of the earth?”
that the exulting of the wicked is short and the joy of the godless is but for a moment?
They scoff and speak with malice; loftily they threaten oppression.
For you are the God in whom I take refuge; why have you cast me off? Why must I walk about mournfully because of the oppression of the enemy?
Ah, sword of the Lord! How long until you are quiet? Put yourself into your scabbard; rest and be still!
How long, O Lord? Will you hide yourself forever? How long will your wrath burn like fire?
O Lord God of hosts, how long will you be angry with your people’s prayers?
How long, O Lord? Will you be angry forever? Will your jealous wrath burn like fire?
So they hung Haman on the pole that he had prepared for Mordecai. Then the anger of the king abated.
Esther said, “A foe and an enemy, this wicked Haman!” Then Haman was terrified before the king and the queen.
O Lord, how long shall I cry for help, and you will not listen? Or cry to you “Violence!” and you will not save?