How long, O LORD?

How long must I wrestle in my soul, with sorrow in my heart each day? How long will my enemy dominate me?

I cry out by day, O my God, but You do not answer, and by night, but I have no rest.

Day and night I have only tears for food, while my enemies continually taunt me, saying, “Where is this God of yours?”

Before our eyes, make known among the nations Your vengeance for the bloodshed of Your servants.

Then my enemy will see and will be covered with shame - she who said to me, "Where is the LORD your God?" My eyes will see her; at that time she will be trampled like mud in the streets.