My soul also is exceedingly anxious; but You, O Jehovah, how long?

i1 [To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.] i0 par How long will You forget me, O Jehovah? Forever? How long will You hide Your face from me?

How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my inner being daily? How long shall my enemy be exalted over me?

We do not see our signs; there is no prophet any more; neither is there among us any who knows how long.

O God, how long shall the adversary reproach? Will the enemy blaspheme Your name forever?

How long, Jehovah? Will You hide Yourself forever? Will Your fury burn like fire?

Jehovah, how long will the wicked, how long will the wicked triumph?

They belch forth, and speak arrogant things; all the workers of iniquity boast in themselves.

But You have seen it, for You pay attention to trouble and provocation; to repay it with Your hand. The poor commits himself to You; You are the Helper of the fatherless.

You are of purer eyes than to behold evil, and You are not able to look upon vexation. Why do you look on those who deal deceitfully? Will You be silent when the wicked swallows one more righteous than he?

Deliver My soul from the sword, My only one from the hand of the dog.

Deliver Me from the lion's mouth; from the horns of the oryx. You have answered Me.

My soul is among lions; I lie among the sons of men who are on fire, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.

Rescue me out of the mire, and let me not sink; let me be rescued from those who hate me, and out of the deep waters.

Do not let the flood of waters overflow me, nor let the deep swallow me up, and let not the pit shut its mouth upon me.

Give attention to my cry, for I am brought very low; rescue me from my persecutors, for they are stronger than I.

Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks unto Your name; the righteous shall surround me, for You shall deal bountifully with me.