The Lord is my rock,
my fortress, and my deliverer,
my God, my mountain where I seek refuge,
my shield and the horn of my salvation,
my stronghold.

Lord, I love the house where You dwell,
the place where Your glory resides.

The Lord will sustain him on his sickbed;
You will heal him on the bed where he lies.

“Lethal poison has been poured into him,
and he won’t rise again from where he lies!”

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

My adversaries taunt me,
as if crushing my bones,
while all day long they say to me,
“Where is your God?”

Be a rock of refuge for me,
where I can always go.
Give the command to save me,
for You are my rock and fortress.

Remember Your congregation,
which You purchased long ago
and redeemed as the tribe for Your own possession.
Remember Mount Zion where You dwell.

Your adversaries roared in the meeting place
where You met with us.
They set up their emblems as signs.

They said in their hearts,
“Let us oppress them relentlessly.”
They burned down every place throughout the land
where God met with us.

He abandoned the tabernacle at Shiloh,
the tent where He resided among men.

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.

Even a sparrow finds a home,
and a swallow, a nest for herself
where she places her young—
near Your altars, Lord of Hosts,
my King and my God.

Lord, where are the former acts of Your faithful love
that You swore to David in Your faithfulness?

where your fathers tested Me;
they tried Me, though they had seen what I did.

Praise the Lord, all His works
in all the places where He rules.
My soul, praise Yahweh!

Some wandered in the desolate wilderness,
finding no way to a city where they could live.

He led them by the right path
to go to a city where they could live.

He causes the hungry to settle there,
and they establish a city where they can live.

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

A song of ascents.I lift my eyes toward the mountains.
Where will my help come from?

where the tribes, Yahweh’s tribes, go up
to give thanks to the name of Yahweh.
(This is an ordinance for Israel.)

Where can I go to escape Your Spirit?
Where can I flee from Your presence?