How long, O Yahweh, have I called out, and thou wouldst not hear me? Have I kept crying unto thee of violence, and thou wouldst not save?

Wherefore shouldst thou let me see iniquity, and, wrong, shouldst let me behold, and, force and violence, be straight before me, - and there should have ever been someone who, contention and strife, would uphold?

Art not, thou, from of old, O Yahweh, my God, my Holy One? Thou diest not! O Yahweh, to judgment, hast thou appointed him, and, O Rock, to correction, hast thou devoted him:

Thou whose eyes are too pure to look with approval on wrong, to respect oppression, canst not endure, - Wherefore, shouldst thou respect the treacherous? Be silent, when the lawless, swalloweth up, one more righteous than he?

So wouldst thou have made Men, like the fishes of the sea, - like the creeping thing that hath no ruler over it:

For yet is the vision for an appointed time, still, it presseth towards an end, and will not deceive, - if it tarry, wait thou for it, for it, surely cometh, - will not be too late.

Will not thy creditors, suddenly rise up? and they who shall violently shake thee, all at once become active? Then shalt thou serve for booties, unto them!

Because, thou, hast plundered many nations, all the residue of the peoples, shall plunder thee, - for shedding Human blood, and doing violence to the earth, to the city, and to all who dwell therein.

Thou hast counseled shame to thy house - making an end of many peoples, and endangering thine own life.

Alas! for him who causeth his neighbour to drink, from the goblet of thy fury, and also, making him drunk, - to the end thou mayest gloat over their parts of shame.

Thou art sated with contempt, more than glory, drink, thou too, and expose thy person, - the cup of the right hand of Yahweh, shall come round unto thee, and ignominious filth be upon thy glory;

O Yahweh, I have heard tidings of thee, I am afraid. O Yahweh! Thy work - in the midst of the years, O revive it, in the midst of the years, wilt thou make known? In trouble, wilt thou remember, compassion?

Against the rivers, is Yahweh wroth? Against the rivers, is thine anger? Against the sea, is thine indignation? For thou wilt ride on Thy horses, Thy chariots, shall be salvation!

To nakedness, is bared thy bow, oaths of chastisement - song! Selah. With rivers, thou dost cleave open the land.

In wrath, dost thou stride through the land, - in anger, dost thou thresh the nations.

Thou hast come forth to the salvation of thy people, to salvation, with thine Anointed One, - Thou hast crushed the Head out of the house of the lawless one, baring the foundation up to the neck, Selah.

Thou hast pierced, with his own staves, the head of his chiefs, they storm along, to scatter me, - their exultant thought, is, in very deed, to devour the oppressed one, in a secret place!

Thou hast driven, into the sea, thy chariot-horses. Foaming are the mighty waters!