For the Lord is a great God, and a great King above all gods.
LORD, how long shall the wicked, How long shall the wicked triumph?
Lord, how long shall the wicked, how long shall the wicked triumph and exult?
Jehovah, how long shall the wicked, How long shall the wicked triumph?
How long will the wicked—oh, LORD!— how long will the wicked win?
For the Lord is a great God and a great King over all gods.
O Lord, how long shall the wicked, how long shall the wicked exult?
That the praise of the wicked is short, and the joy of the hypocrite but for a moment.
We have heard, O God, with our ears: our fathers have declared to us, The work, thou hast wrought in their days, and in the days of old.
They said in their heart, the whole kindred of them together: Let us abolish all the festival days of God from the land.
O Lord God of hosts, how long wilt thou be angry against the prayer of thy servant?
Blow up the trumpet on the new moon, on the noted day of your solemnity.
O thou sword of the Lord, how long wilt thou not be quiet? Go into thy scabbard: rest and be still.
How long, O Lord, shall I cry, and thou wilt not hear? shall I cry out to thee suffering violence, and thou wilt not save?
And they cried with a loud voice, saying: How long, O Lord (holy and true) dost thou not judge and revenge our blood on them that dwell on the earth?