My tears have been my food day and night, while they keep saying to me, Where is your God?

The cruel words of my haters are like a crushing of my bones; when they say to me every day, Where is your God?

The year is crowned with the good you give; life-giving rain is dropping from your footsteps,

Lord, where are your earlier mercies? where is the oath which you made to David in unchanging faith?

Has he by whom your ears were planted no hearing? or is he blind by whom your eyes were formed?

Why may the nations say, Where is now their God?