¹⁹ How long will it be before your eyes are turned away from me, so that I may have a minute's breathing-space?

¹⁸ He would not let me take my breath, but I would be full of bitter grief.

⁶ Let your eyes be turned away from him, and take your hand from him, so that he may have pleasure at the end of his day, like a servant working for payment.

³ My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long?

¹ <To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David.> Will you for ever put me out of your memory, O Lord? will your face for ever be turned away from me?

² How long is my soul to be in doubt, with sorrow in my heart all the day? how long will he who is against me be given power over me?

³ Let my voice come before you, and give me an answer, O Lord my God; let your light be shining on me, so that the sleep of death may not overtake me;

³ How long will sinners, O Lord, how long will sinners have joy over us?

¹⁰ And they gave a great cry, saying, How long will it be, O Ruler, holy and true, before you take your place as judge and give punishment for our blood to those on the earth?