Will You never look away from me, or let me alone until I swallow my spittle?
Are not my days few? Then stop, leave me alone so I might have a little joy,
Look away from him and let him alone, until he fulfills his time like a hired laborer.
He does not allow me to catch my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
Hear my prayer, Adonai, and listen to my cry— do not keep silent at my tears. For with You I am an outsider, a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
Be gracious to me, Adonai, for I am weak. Heal me, Adonai— for my bones are shuddering with fear,
How long will the wicked, Adonai, how long will the wicked gloat?
And they cried out with a loud voice, saying, “O Sovereign Master, holy and true, how long before You judge those who dwell on the earth and avenge our blood?”