Then I asked: “How long, O Lord?” And He replied: “Until the cities lie ruined and without inhabitant, until the houses are left unoccupied and the land is desolate and ravaged,
How long will the wicked, O LORD, how long will the wicked exult?
Return, O LORD! How long will it be? Have compassion on Your servants.
I will reduce your cities to rubble and lay waste your sanctuaries, and I will refuse to smell the pleasing aroma of you
And the gates of Zion will lament and mourn; destitute, she will sit on the ground.
Behold, the LORD lays waste the earth and leaves it in ruins. He will twist its surface and scatter its inhabitants—
Your land is desolate; your cities are burned with fire. Foreigners devour your fields before you—a desolation demolishe
How long, O LORD? Will You be angry forever? Will Your jealousy burn like fire?
How long, O God, will the enemy taunt You? Will the foe revile Your name forever?