Your Name to the earth, They said in their hearts, “Let us oppress them together,” || They burned all the meeting-places of God in the land. We have not seen our ensigns, || There is no longer a prophet, || Nor with us is one knowing how long. Until when, O God, does an adversary reproach? Does an enemy despise Your Name forever? Why do You turn back Your hand, || Even Your right hand? Remove [it] from the midst of Your bosom. And God [is] my king of old, || Working salvation in the