You know, LORD; Remember me, take notice of me, And take vengeance for me on my persecutors. Do not, in view of Your patience, take me away; Know that for Your sake I endure reproach.
Your words were found and I ate them, And Your words became a joy to me and the delight of my heart; For I have been called by Your name, LORD God of armies.
I did not sit in a circle of revelers and celebrate. Because of Your hand upon me
I sat alone, For You filled me with indignation.
Why has my pain been endless And my wound incurable, refusing to be healed? Will You indeed be to me like a deceptive stream
With water that is unreliable?