יהוה, how long would You look on? Rescue my being from their destructions, My only life from the lions.
You have seen it, for You observe trouble and grief, To repay with Your hand. The poor commits himself to You; You are the helper of the fatherless.
My being is in the midst of lions; I lie among those who breathe fire, Whose teeth are spears and arrows, And their tongue is a sharp sword.
And my being has been greatly troubled; And You, O יהוה – till when?
How long, O יהוה, would You be hidden? Would Your wrath burn like fire forever?
You, whose eyes are too clean to see evil, You are not able to look on wrong. Why do You look on those who act treacherously – keep silent when the wrong devours one more righteous than he?