Why do the nations rage, and the people imagine a vain thing?

Why stand you afar off, O LORD? why hide you yourself in times of trouble?

Why does the wicked renounce God? he has said in his heart, You will not require it.

[To the Chief Musician upon aijeleth shahar. A Psalm of David.] My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?

Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disturbed within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.

I will say unto God my rock, Why have you forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disturbed within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

For you are the God of my strength: why do you cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

Why are you cast down, O my soul? and why are you disturbed within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

Awake, why sleep you, O Lord? arise, cast us not off forever.

Why hide you your face, and forget our affliction and our oppression?

Why should I fear in the days of evil, when the iniquity at my heels shall surround me?

[To the Chief Musician, a maschil. A Psalm of David, when Doeg the Edomite came and told Saul, and said unto him, David is come to the house of Ahimelech.] Why boast you yourself in evil, O mighty man? the goodness of God endures continually.

Why leap you, you high hills? this is the hill which God desires to dwell in; yea, the LORD will dwell in it forever.

[A maschil of Asaph.] O God, why have you cast us off forever? why does your anger smoke against the sheep of your pasture?

Why withdraw you your hand, even your right hand? pluck it out of your bosom.

Why should the nations say, Where is their God? let him be known among the nations in our sight by the revenging of the blood of your servants which is shed.

Why have you then broken down its hedges, so that all they who pass by the way do pluck its fruit?

LORD, why cast you off my soul? why hide you your face from me?

Remember how short my time is: why have you made all men in vain?

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