Why have nations tumultuously assembled? And do peoples meditate vanity?

Why, Jehovah, dost Thou stand at a distance? Thou dost hide in times of adversity,

To the Overseer, on 'The Hind of the Morning.' -- A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me? Far from my salvation, The words of my roaring?

I say to God my rock, 'Why hast Thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning in the oppression of an enemy?

For thou art the God of my strength. Why hast Thou cast me off? Why mourning do I go up and down, In the oppression of an enemy?

Stir up -- why dost Thou sleep, O Lord? Awake, cast us not off for ever.

Why Thy face hidest Thou? Thou forgettest our afflictions and our oppression,

Why do I fear in days of evil? The iniquity of my supplanters doth compass me.

Why do ye envy, O high hills, The hill God hath desired for His seat? Jehovah also doth tabernacle for ever.

An Instruction of Asaph. Why, O God, hast Thou cast off for ever? Thine anger smoketh against the flock of Thy pasture.

Why dost Thou turn back Thy hand, Even Thy right hand? From the midst of Thy bosom remove it.

Why do the nations say, 'Where is their God?' Let be known among the nations before our eyes, The vengeance of the blood of Thy servants that is shed.

Why hast Thou broken down its hedges, And all passing by the way have plucked it?

Why, O Jehovah, castest Thou off my soul? Thou hidest Thy face from me.

Why do the nations say, 'Where, pray, is their God.