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?”
that the triumph of the wicked is short and the joy of the godless is but for a moment?
They scoff and wickedly plan evil. From on high they threaten.
For You are my God, my stronghold. Why have You spurned me? Why do I go about gloomy because of the oppression of the enemy?
O sword of Adonai, how long until you are quiet? Go back into your sheath, rest and be still.
You cut short the days of his youth. You covered him with shame. Selah
O God, restore us, make Your face shine, and we will be saved.
How long, Adonai, will You be angry? Forever? Will Your jealousy keep blazing like fire?
So they hanged Haman on the gallows that he had prepared for Mordecai. Then the king’s rage subsided.
Esther replied, “The man—the adversary and foe—is this wicked Haman!” Then Haman was terrified before the king and queen.
How long, Adonai, have I cried for help, yet You do not hear? I cry out to You—‘Violence!’ yet You do not deliver.