How long will the wicked, O LORD, how long will the wicked exult?
the triumph of the wicked has been brief and the joy of the godless momentary?
And they cried out in a loud voice, “How long, O Lord, holy and true, until You judge those who dwell upon the earth and
Righteous are You, O LORD, when I plead before You. Yet about Your judgments I wish to contend with You: Why does the wa
For You are the God of my refuge. Why have You rejected me? Why must I walk in sorrow because of the enemy’s oppression?
There are no signs for us to see. There is no longer any prophet. And none of us knows how long this will last.
They mock and speak with malice; with arrogance they threaten oppression.
‘Alas, O sword of the LORD, how long until you rest? Return to your sheath; cease and be still!’
O LORD God of Hosts, how long will Your anger smolder against the prayers of Your people?
Haman recounted to them his glorious wealth, his many sons, and all the ways the king had honored and promoted him over
And they began to shout, “This is the voice of a god, not a man!”
So they hanged Haman on the gallows he had prepared for Mordecai. Then the fury of the king subsided.
How long, O LORD? Will You be angry forever? Will Your jealousy burn like fire?
Haman entered, and the king asked him, “What should be done for the man whom the king is delighted to honor?” Now Haman
Esther replied, “The adversary and enemy is this wicked man—Haman!” And Haman stood in terror before the king and queen.
How long, O LORD? Will You hide Yourself forever? Will Your wrath keep burning like fire?