O Lord of hosts, almighty God, how long shall kindled be Thy wrath against the prayer made by thine own folk to thee?
Shall thy displeasure thus endure against us without end? Wilt thou to generations all thine anger forth extend?
How long, Lord, shall thine anger last? wilt thou still keep the same? And shall thy fervent jealousy burn like unto a flame?
O God, why hast thou cast us off? is it for evermore? Against thy pasture-sheep why doth thine anger smoke so sore?
Awake therefore, Lord God of hosts, thou God of Israel, To visit heathen all: spare none that wickedly rebel.
Upon my heart, bestow'd by thee, more gladness I have found Than they, ev'n then, when corn and wine did most with them abound.
Let me not be asham'd, O Lord, for on thee call'd I have: Let wicked men be sham'd, let them be silent in the grave.
Unto thy people thou hard things hast shew'd, and on them sent; And thou hast caused us to drink wine of astonishment.