Do not forget the voice of those that are thine enemies: Of those the tumult ever grows that do against thee rise.
Who noise of seas, noise of their waves, and people's tumult, stills.
Amidst thy congregations thine enemies do roar: Their ensigns they set up for signs of triumph thee before.
How long wilt thou forget me, Lord? shall it for ever be? O how long shall it be that thou wilt hide thy face from me?