¹⁹ How long wilt thou not look away from me, Nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?

¹⁸ He will not suffer me to take my breath, But filleth me with bitterness.

⁶ Look away from him, that he may rest, Till he shall accomplish, as a hireling, his day.

³ My soul also is sore troubled: And thou, O Jehovah, how long?

¹ How long, O Jehovah? wilt thou forget me for ever? How long wilt thou hide thy face from me?

² How long shall I take counsel in my soul, Having sorrow in my heart all the day? How long shall mine enemy be exalted over me?

³ Consider `and' answer me, O Jehovah my God: Lighten mine eyes, lest I sleep the `sleep of' death;

³ Jehovah, how long shall the wicked, How long shall the wicked triumph?

¹⁰ and they cried with a great voice, saying, How long, O Master, the holy and true, dost thou not judge and avenge our blood on them that dwell on the earth?