But, I, being humbled and needy, O God, haste to me,—My help and my deliverer, art thou, O Yahweh do not tarry.
But, I, being oppressed and needy, May My Lord devise for me,—My help and my deliverer, thou art! O my God, do not tarry!
A Melody of David. O Yahweh, I have cried unto thee, Make thou haste to me, Give ear unto my voice, when I cry to thee.
I, then, am humbled and in pain, Thy salvation, O God, may it set me on high.
He that beareth witness of these things, saith—Yea! I come, speedily. Amen! come, Lord Jesus!
For, yet a little while, how short! how short! The Coming One will be here, and will not tarry;
For, oppressed and needy, I am, and, my heart, is wounded within me.