May he rule from sea to sea, and from the Euphrates River to the ends of the earth!

O Lord, how long will the wicked, how long will the wicked celebrate?

But he will join his ancestors; they will never again see the light of day.

I am suffering terribly. O Lord, revive me with your word!

He struck down the firstborn of Egypt, including both men and animals.

For the music director; a psalm of David. How long, Lord, will you continue to ignore me? How long will you pay no attention to me?

How long must I worry, and suffer in broad daylight? How long will my enemy gloat over me?

Even when I am old and gray, O God, do not abandon me, until I tell the next generation about your strength, and those coming after me about your power.

I chase my enemies and catch them; I do not turn back until I wipe them out.

O Lord, your loyal love reaches to the sky; your faithfulness to the clouds.

I am numb with pain and severely battered; I groan loudly because of the anxiety I feel.

During his days the godly will flourish; peace will prevail as long as the moon remains in the sky.

Then I entered the precincts of God’s temple, and understood the destiny of the wicked.

Its branches reached the Mediterranean Sea, and its shoots the Euphrates River.

He says, “How long will you make unjust legal decisions and show favoritism to the wicked? (Selah)

May they be humiliated and continually terrified! May they die in shame!

You make mankind return to the dust, and say, “Return, O people!”

Turn back toward us, O Lord! How long must this suffering last? Have pity on your servants!

in order to protect him from times of trouble, until the wicked are destroyed.

until the time when his prediction came true. The Lord’s word proved him right.