Adonai-Tzva’ot, how long will You be angry with the prayer of Your people?
My soul refuses to touch them; they are like sickening food to me.
My enemies taunt me all day. My deriders use my name to curse.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When will I come and appear before God?
A contemplative song of Asaph. Why have You cast us off forever, O God? Why does Your anger smolder against the flock of Your pasture?
How long, Adonai, will You be angry? Forever? Will Your jealousy keep blazing like fire?
Though Adonai gives you the bread of adversity and the water of oppression, your teachers will no longer be hidden, but your eyes will see your teachers.
You covered Yourself with anger and pursued us. You have slain without pity.
You shrouded Yourself with a cloud so that no prayer can get through.