Jehovah, I love the habitation of thy house, And the place where thy glory dwelleth.

My tears have been my food day and night, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?

As with a sword in my bones, mine adversaries reproach me, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?

There were they in great fear, where no fear was; For God hath scattered the bones of him that encampeth against thee: Thou hast put them to shame, because of God hath rejected them.

O God, thou art my God; earnestly will I seek thee: My soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee, In a dry and weary land, where no water is.

I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing: I am come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.

Wherefore should the nations say, Where is their God? Let the avenging of the blood of thy servants which is shed Be known among the nations in our sight.

He appointed it in Joseph for a testimony, When he went out over the land of Egypt, Where I heard a language that I knew not.

Yea, the sparrow hath found her a house, And the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, Even thine altars, O Jehovah of hosts, My King, and my God.

Lord, where are thy former lovingkindnesses, Which thou swarest unto David in thy faithfulness?

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

He poureth contempt upon princes, And causeth them to wander in the waste, where there is no way.

Wherefore should the nations say, Where is now their God?