O LORD, how long shall I cry, and thou will not hear? I cry out to thee of violence, and thou will not save.

Behold ye {scoffers (LXX/NT)}, and look, and wonder marvelously. For I am working a work in your days, which ye will not believe though it be told you.

Yea, he scoffs at kings, and rulers are a derision to him. He derides every stronghold, for he heaps up dust, and takes it.

I will stand upon my watch, and set myself upon the tower, and will look forth to see what he will speak with me, and what I shall answer concerning my complaint.

And LORD answered me, and said, Write the vision, and make it plain upon tablets, that he may run who reads it.

For the vision is yet for the appointed time, and it hastens toward the end, and shall not lay. Though it tarry, wait for it, because it will surely come. It will not delay.

Behold, his soul is puffed up; it is not upright in him. (But the righteous man shall live by his faith.

Yea, moreover, wine is treacherous.) [He is] a haughty man, who does not keep at home, who enlarges his desire as Sheol, and he is as death, and cannot be satisfied, but gathers to him all nations, and heaps to him all peoples.

For the stone shall cry out of the wall, and the beam out of the timber shall answer it.

Behold, is it not of LORD of hosts that the peoples labor for the fire, and the nations weary themselves for vanity?

What profits the graven image, that the maker of it has engraved it, the molten image, even the teacher of lies, that he who fashions its form trusts in it, to make dumb idols?

Woe to him who says to the wood, Awake, to the dumb stone, Arise! Shall this teach? Behold, it is overlaid with gold and silver, and there is no breath at all in the midst of it.

O LORD, I have heard the report of thee, and am afraid. O LORD, revive thy work in the midst of the years. In the midst of the years make it known. In wrath remember mercy.

Before him went the pestilence. And fiery bolts went forth at his feet.

The sun and moon stood still in their habitation, at the light of thine arrows as they went, at the shining of thy glittering spear.

Thou went forth for the salvation of thy people, for the salvation of thine anointed. Thou wound the head out of the house of the wicked man, laying bare the foundation even to the neck. Selah.

I heard, and my body trembled. My lips quivered at the voice. Rottenness enters into my bones, and I tremble in my place, because I must wait quietly for the day of trouble, for the coming up of the people who invade us.

Yet I will rejoice in LORD. I will joy in the God of my salvation.