Why are the nations in an uproar
And the peoples devising a vain thing?

Why do You stand afar off, O Lord?
Why do You hide Yourself in times of trouble?

Why has the wicked spurned God?
He has said to himself, “You will not require it.”

For the choir director; upon Aijeleth Hashshahar. A Psalm of David.
My God, my God, why have You forsaken me?
Far from my deliverance are the words of my groaning.

Why are you in despair, O my soul?
And why have you become disturbed within me?
Hope in God, for I shall again praise Him
For the help of His presence.

I will say to God my rock, “Why have You forgotten me?
Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?”

Why are you in despair, O my soul?
And why have you become disturbed within me?
Hope in God, for I shall yet praise Him,
The help of my countenance and my God.

For You are the God of my strength; why have You rejected me?
Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

Why are you in despair, O my soul?
And why are you disturbed within me?
Hope in God, for I shall again praise Him,
The help of my countenance and my God.

Arouse Yourself, why do You sleep, O Lord?
Awake, do not reject us forever.

Why do You hide Your face
And forget our affliction and our oppression?

Why should I fear in days of adversity,
When the iniquity of my foes surrounds me,

For the choir director. A Maskil of David, when Doeg the Edomite came and told Saul and said to him, “David has come to the house of Ahimelech.”
Why do you boast in evil, O mighty man?
The lovingkindness of God endures all day long.

Why do you look with envy, O mountains with many peaks,
At the mountain which God has desired for His abode?
Surely the Lord will dwell there forever.

A Maskil of Asaph.
O God, why have You rejected us forever?
Why does Your anger smoke against the sheep of Your pasture?

Why do You withdraw Your hand, even Your right hand?
From within Your bosom, destroy them!

Why should the nations say, “Where is their God?”
Let there be known among the nations in our sight,
Vengeance for the blood of Your servants which has been shed.

Why have You broken down its hedges,
So that all who pass that way pick its fruit?

O Lord, why do You reject my soul?
Why do You hide Your face from me?

Why should the nations say,
“Where, now, is their God?”