Kiss the son before he becomes angry, and you die where you stand. Indeed, his wrath can flare up quickly. How blessed are those who take refuge in him. A Davidic Psalm, when he fled from his son Absalom.

In death, there is no memory of you. Who will give you thanks where the dead are?

The wicked will turn back to where the dead are all the nations that have forgotten God.

LORD, I love the dwelling place that is your house, the place where your glory resides.

My tears have been my food day and night, while people keep asking me all day long, "Where is your God?"

Like the shattering of my bones are the taunts of my oppressors, saying to me all day long, "Where is your God?"

Be my sheltering refuge where I may go continuously; command my deliverance for you are my rock and fortress.

Remember your community, whom you purchased long ago, the tribe whom you redeemed for your possession. Remember Mount Zion, where you live.

Those who are opposing you roar where we were meeting with you; they unfurl their war banners as signs.

Why should the nations say, "Where is their God?" Let vengeance for the blood of your servants be meted out before our eyes and among the nations.

They will pass through the Baca Valley where he will prepare a spring for them; even the early rain will cover it with blessings.

Where is your gracious love of old, Lord, that in your faithfulness you promised to David?

where your ancestors tested me. They tested me, even though they had seen my awesome deeds.

but when the wind blows through it, it withers away and no one remembers where it was.

He turned them over to domination by nations where those who hated them ruled over them.

They wandered in desolate wilderness; they found no road to a city where they could live.

He led them in a straight way to find a city where they could live.

There he settled the hungry, where they built a city to live in.

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

Your statutes are my songs, no matter where I make my home.

I lift up my eyes toward the mountains from where will my help come?

Where can I flee from your spirit? Or where will I run from your presence?

Hallelujah! Sing a new song to the LORD, praising him where the godly gather together.