My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, 'Where is thy God?'

With a sword in my bones Have mine adversaries reproached me, In their saying unto me all the day, 'Where is thy God?'

Why do the nations say, 'Where is their God?' Let be known among the nations before our eyes, The vengeance of the blood of Thy servants that is shed.

(Even a sparrow hath found a house, And a swallow a nest for herself, Where she hath placed her brood,) Thine altars, O Jehovah of Hosts, My king and my God.

Where are Thy former kindnesses, O Lord. Thou hast sworn to David in Thy faithfulness,

Where your fathers have tried Me, Have proved Me, yea, have seen My work.

Where I sware in Mine anger, 'If they come in unto My rest !'

Where birds do make nests, The stork -- the firs are her house.

Why do the nations say, 'Where, pray, is their God.