How long, Adonai, will You hide Yourself? Forever? Will Your fury keep burning like fire?
“A mortal born of woman, is of few days and full of turmoil.
Remember You fashioned me like clay; will You return me to dust?
Remember, my life is but a breath; my eyes will not see goodness again!
Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. What is your life? For you are a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes.
Man is like a breath— his days are like a passing shadow.
How many are the days of Your servant? When will You execute judgment on my persecutors?
How long, Adonai, will You be angry? Forever? Will Your jealousy keep blazing like fire?