My tears have been my food day and night, While it hath been said unto me all the day, Where is thy God?

With a crushing of my bones, have my adversaries reproached me, - While they keep saying unto me all the day, Where is thy God?

There have they been in great dread where no dread was, Because, God, hath scattered the bones of thy besieger, - Thou hast put him to shame, Because, God, had, rejected, them.

I have sunk in deep swamp, Where there is no place to stand, I have come into abysses of waters, Where a flood hath overflowed me;

Wherefore should the nations say - Where is their God? Let him be known among the nations before our eyes! Yea! By the avenging of the blood of thy servants which hath been shed!

Even the sparrow, hath found a home, And, the swallow, a nest for herself, where she hath laid her young, Thine altars, O Yahweh of hosts, My king and my God!

Among the dead, is my couch, - Like the slain that lie in the grave, Where thou rememberest them no more, Yea, they, from thy hand, are cut off;

Where are thy former lovingkindnesses, O My Lord? Thou didst swear unto David, in thy faithfulness!

Where the birds build their nests, The stork, in the fir-trees, hath her house;

Wherefore should the nations say, Pray where is their God?