How long, Lord, must I call for help
and You do not listen
or cry out to You about violence
and You do not save?

Look ye on nations, and behold and marvel greatly. For a work He is working in your days, Ye do not believe though it is declared.

Art not Thou of old, O Jehovah, my God, my Holy One? We do not die, O Jehovah, For judgment Thou hast appointed it, And, O Rock, for reproof Thou hast founded it.

On my charge I stand, and I station myself on a bulwark, and I watch to see what He doth speak against me, and what I do reply to my reproof.

I have heard, and my belly trembleth, At the noise have my lips quivered, Rottenness doth come into my bones, And in my place I do tremble, That I rest for a day of distress, At the coming up of the people, he overcometh it.

Yet I, in Jehovah I exult, I do joy in the God of my salvation.