He will not suffer me to take my breath, but filleth me with bitterness.

Turn from him, that he may rest, till he shall accomplish, as an hireling, his day.

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?

LORD, how long shall the wicked, how long shall the wicked triumph?

My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O LORD, how long?

{To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.} How long wilt thou forget me, O LORD? for ever? how long wilt thou hide thy face from me? How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart daily? how long shall mine enemy be exalted over me? Consider and hear me, O LORD my God: lighten mine eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death;