How long, Lord, have I called for help, And You do not hear? I cry out to You, “Violence!” Yet You do not save.

Are You not from time everlasting, Lord, my God, my Holy One? We will not die. You, Lord, have appointed them to deliver judgment; And You, O Rock, have destined them to punish.

Then the Lord answered me and said, “Write down the vision And inscribe it clearly on tablets, So that one who reads it may run.

Is it not indeed from the Lord of armies That peoples labor merely for fire, And nations become weary for nothing?

For the earth will be filled With the knowledge of the glory of the Lord, As the waters cover the sea.

You will be filled with disgrace rather than honor. Drink, you yourself, and expose your own foreskin! The cup in the Lord’s right hand will come around to you, And utter disgrace will come upon your glory.

But the Lord is in His holy temple. Let all the earth be silent before Him.”

Lord, I have heard the report about You, and I was afraid. Lord, revive Your work in the midst of the years, In the midst of the years make it known. In anger remember mercy.

Did the Lord rage against the rivers, Or was Your anger against the rivers, Or was Your rage against the sea, That You rode on Your horses, On Your chariots of salvation?

Yet I will triumph in the Lord, I will rejoice in the God of my salvation.

The Lord God is my strength, And He has made my feet like deer’s feet, And has me walk on my high places. For the choir director, on my stringed instruments.