³ Lord, how long shall the wicked, how long shall the wicked triumph?

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

12 Righteous art thou, O Lord, when I plead with thee: yet let me talk with thee of thy judgments: Wherefore doth the way of the wicked prosper? wherefore are all they happy that deal very treacherously?

² Thou hast planted them, yea, they have taken root: they grow, yea, they bring forth fruit: thou art near in their mouth, and far from their reins.

⁵ That the triumphing of the wicked is short, and the joy of the hypocrite but for a moment?

⁹ We see not our signs: there is no more any prophet: neither is there among us any that knoweth how long.

¹⁰ O God, how long shall the adversary reproach? shall the enemy blaspheme thy name for ever?

⁸ They are corrupt, and speak wickedly concerning oppression: they speak loftily.

² For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

²² And the people gave a shout, saying, It is the voice of a god, and not of a man.

²³ And immediately the angel of the Lord smote him, because he gave not God the glory: and he was eaten of worms, and gave up the ghost.

⁶ O thou sword of the Lord, how long will it be ere thou be quiet? put up thyself into thy scabbard, rest, and be still.

⁴⁶ How long, Lord? wilt thou hide thyself for ever? shall thy wrath burn like fire?