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

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

As a shattering of my bones, my adversaries revile me,
While they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”

There they were in great fear where no fear had been;
For God scattered the bones of him who encamped against you;
You put them to shame, because God had rejected them.

A Psalm of David, when he was in the wilderness of Judah.
O God, You are my God; I shall seek You earnestly;
My soul thirsts for You, my flesh yearns for You,
In a dry and weary land where there is no water.

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

Why should the nations say, “Where is their God?”
Let there be known among the nations in our sight,
Vengeance for the blood of Your servants which has been shed.

The bird also 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.

Where are Your former lovingkindnesses, O Lord,
Which You swore to David in Your faithfulness?

Where the birds build their nests,
And the stork, whose home is the fir trees.

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

A Song of Ascents.
I will lift up my eyes to the mountains;
From where shall my help come?

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

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me,
You knew my path.
In the way where I walk
They have hidden a trap for me.