¹⁷ Lord, how long will you be looking on? take my soul from their destruction, my life from the lions.

¹³ Before your holy eyes sin may not be seen, and you are unable to put up with wrong; why, then, are your eyes on the false? why do you say nothing when the evil-doer puts an end to one who is more upright than himself?

²⁰ Make my soul safe from the sword, my life from the power of the dog.

²¹ Be my saviour from the lion's mouth; let me go free from the horns of the cruel oxen.

⁶ Give ear to my cry, for I am made very low: take me out of the hands of my haters, for they are stronger than I.

⁷ Take my soul out of prison, so that I may give praise to your name: the upright will give praise because of me; for you have given me a full reward.

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

⁴ Words of pride come from their lips; all the workers of evil say great things of themselves.

⁴⁶ How long, O Lord, will you Keep yourself for ever from our eyes? how long will your wrath be burning like fire?

⁹ We do not see our signs: there is no longer any prophet, or anyone among us to say how long.

¹⁰ O God, how long will those who are against us say cruel things? will the hater go on looking down on your name for ever?

¹⁴ Take me from the grip of the sticky earth, so that I may not go down into it; let me be lifted up from the deep waters.

¹⁵ Let me not be covered by the flowing waters; let not the deep waters go over my head, and let me not be shut up in the underworld.

⁴ My soul is among lions; I am stretched out among those who are on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and whose tongue is a sharp sword.

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?

¹⁴ You have seen it; for your eyes are on sorrow and grief, to take it into your hand: the poor man puts his faith in you; you have been the helper of the child who has no father.

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