Blessed [fortunate, prosperous, and favored by God] is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked [following their advice and example],
Nor stand in the path of sinners,
Nor sit [down to rest] in the seat of scoffers (ridiculers).

But You are holy,
O You who are enthroned in [the holy place where] the praises of Israel [are offered].

O Lord, I love the habitation of Your house
And the place where Your glory dwells.

For yet a little while and the wicked one will be gone [forever];
Though you look carefully where he used to be, he will not be [found].

My tears have been my food day and night,
While they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”

As a crushing of my bones [with a sword], my adversaries taunt me,
While they say continually to me, “Where is your God?”

“For every beast of the forest is Mine,
And the cattle on a thousand hills.

There they were, in great terror and dread, where there had been no terror or dread;
For God scattered the bones of him who besieged you;
You have put them to shame, because God has rejected them.

O God, You are my God; with deepest longing I will seek You;
My soul [my life, my very self] thirsts for You, my flesh longs and sighs for You,
In a dry and weary land where there is no water.

So they who dwell at the ends of the earth stand in awe of Your signs [the evidence of Your presence].
You make the dawn and the sunset shout for joy.

I have sunk in deep mire, where there is no foothold;
I have come into deep waters, where a flood overwhelms me.

Remember Your congregation, which You have purchased of old,
Which You have redeemed to be the tribe of Your inheritance;
Remember Mount Zion, where You have dwelt.

He did marvelous things in the sight of their fathers
In the land of Egypt, in the field of Zoan [where Pharaoh resided].

How He worked His miracles in Egypt
And His wonders in the field of Zoan [where Pharaoh resided],

Why should the [Gentile] nations say, “Where is their God?”
Let there be known [without delay] among the nations in our sight [and to this generation],
Your vengeance for the blood of Your servants which has been poured out.

The bird has found a house,
And the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young—
Even Your altars, O Lord of hosts,
My King and my God.

Will Your wonders be known in the darkness?
And Your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness [where the dead forget and are forgotten]?

O Lord, where are Your former lovingkindnesses [so abundant in the days of David and Solomon],
Which You swore to David in Your faithfulness?

If the Lord had not been my help,
I would soon have dwelt in [the land of] silence.

Where the birds make their nests;
As for the stork, the fir trees are her house.

He led them by the straight way,
To an inhabited city [where they could establish their homes].

He pours contempt on princes
And makes them wander in a pathless wasteland.

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

Where can I go from Your Spirit?
Or where can I flee from Your presence?

When my spirit was overwhelmed and weak within me [wrapped in darkness],
You knew my path.
In the way where I walk
They have hidden a trap for me.