Ask of me, and I shall give thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and the uttermost parts of the earth for thy possession.

Unrighteous witnesses rise up; They ask me of things that I know not.

You do not delight in sacrifice and offering;
You open my ears to listen.
You do not ask for a whole burnt offering or a sin offering.

My enemies ask this cruel question about me, 'When will he finally die and be forgotten?'

My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, "Where is your God?"

I will ask God, my rock, "Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?"

As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries reproach me, while they continually ask me, "Where is your God?"

You sold your people for a pittance; you did not ask a high price for them.

And they try God in their heart, To ask food for their lust.

Why should the nations ask,
“Where is their God?”
Before our eyes,
let vengeance for the shed blood of Your servants
be known among the nations.

Which covenant he made with Abraham, and his oath unto Isaac;

Why should the nations ask "Where now is their God?"

My eyes grow weary
looking for what You have promised;
I ask, “When will You comfort me?”

Ask ye the peace of Jerusalem, At rest are those loving thee.

Lord, listen to my voice; let your ears pay attention to what I ask of you!

for there our captors ask us to compose songs; those who mock us demand that we be happy, saying: "Sing for us a song about Zion!"

I cry with my voice to Yahweh. With my voice, I ask Yahweh for mercy.