Jehovah, I have loved the dwelling place of Your house, and the place where Your honor dwells.

My tears have been my food day and night, while they say to me all the day, Where is your God?

As with a sword in my bones, my enemies shame me; while they say daily to me, Where is your God?

There they dreaded with dread, where no dread was; for God has scattered the bones of him who camps against you; you have put them to shame because God rejects them.

A Psalm of David, when he was in the wilderness of Judah. O God, You are my God; I will seek You earnestly; my soul thirsts for You; my flesh longs for You, as in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is;

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

Why should the nations say, Where is their God? Let Him be known among the nations before our eyes by the revenging of the blood of Your servants which is shed.

Even the sparrow has found a house, and the swallow a nest for herself where she may lay her young, Your altars, O Jehovah of Hosts, my King and my God.

O Lord, where are Your former loving-kindnesses which You swore to David in Your truth?

where the birds make their nests; the fir trees are the house of the stork.

He pours scorn on nobles, and causes them to wander in the wilderness, where there is no path.

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

A Song of degrees. I will lift up my eyes to the hills. Where shall my help come from?

where the tribes go up, the tribes of Jehovah, to the testimony of Israel, to give thanks to the name of Jehovah.

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