There is no speech nor language, where their voice is not heard.

Yahweh, I love the habitation of your house, the place where your glory dwells.

My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, "Where is your God?"

As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries reproach me, while they continually ask me, "Where is your God?"

There they were in great fear, where no fear was, for God has scattered the bones of him who encamps against you. You have put them to shame, because God has rejected them.

God, you are my God. I will earnestly seek you. My soul thirsts for you. My flesh longs for you, in a dry and weary land, where there is no water.

Why do you look in envy, you rugged mountains, at the mountain where God chooses to reign? Yes, Yahweh will dwell there forever.

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

They said in their heart, "We will crush them completely." They have burned up all the places in the land where God was worshiped.

Why should the nations say, "Where is their God?" Let it be known among the nations, before our eyes, that vengeance for your servants' blood is being poured out.

Yes, the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may have her young, near your altars, Yahweh of Armies, my King, and my God.

Lord, where are your former loving kindnesses, which you swore to David in your faithfulness?

where the birds make their nests. The stork makes its home in the fir trees.

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

Your statutes have been my songs, in the house where I live.

I will lift up my eyes to the hills. Where does my help come from?

where the tribes go up, even Yah's tribes, according to an ordinance for Israel, to give thanks to the name of Yahweh.

Where could I go from your Spirit? Or where could I flee from your presence?

Let burning coals fall on them. Let them be thrown into the fire, into miry pits, from where they never rise.