How long, O God, will the adversary revile,
And the enemy spurn Your name forever?
For the choir director. A Psalm of David.
How long, O Lord? Will You forget me forever?
How long will You hide Your face from me?
Because of the voice of him who reproaches and reviles,
Because of the presence of the enemy and the avenger.
We have become a reproach to our neighbors,
A scoffing and derision to those around us.
And return to our neighbors sevenfold into their bosom
The reproach with which they have reproached You, O Lord.
How long, O Lord?
Will You hide Yourself forever?
Will Your wrath burn like fire?
Remember, O Lord, the reproach of Your servants;
How I bear in my bosom the reproach of all the many peoples,
And one said to the man dressed in linen, who was above the waters of the river, “How long will it be until the end of these wonders?”
and they cried out with a loud voice, saying, “How long, O Lord, holy and true, will You refrain from judging and avenging our blood on those who dwell on the earth?”