¹⁹ How long dost Thou not look from me? Thou dost not desist till I swallow my spittle.

¹⁸ He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.

⁶ Look away from off him that he may cease, Till he enjoy as an hireling his day.

³ And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?

¹ To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Till when, O Jehovah, Dost Thou forget me? -- for ever? Till when dost Thou hide Thy face from me?

² Till when do I set counsels in my soul? Sorrow inn my heart daily? Till when is mine enemy exalted over me?

³ Look attentively; Answer me, O Jehovah, my God, Enlighten mine eyes, lest I sleep in death,

³ Till when `do' the wicked, O Jehovah? Till when do the wicked exult?

¹⁰ and they were crying with a great voice, saying, `Till when, O Master, the Holy and the True, dost Thou not judge and take vengeance of our blood from those dwelling upon the land?'