Why do the nations rage, and the peoples meditate on a vain thing?

Why do You stand afar off, O Jehovah? Will You hide in times of trouble?

Why do the wicked condemn God? He has said in his heart, You will not judge.

To the Chief Musician, on the deer of the dawn. A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why have You forsaken me, and are far from my deliverance, and from the words of my groaning?

Why are you cast down, O my soul, and moan within me? Hope in God; for I shall praise Him for the salvation of His face.

I will say to God my rock, Why have You forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the cruelty of the enemy?

Why are you cast down, O my soul? And why do you moan within me? Hope in God; for I still praise Him, the salvation of my face, and my God.

For You are the God of my strength; why do You cast me off? Why do I go mourning under the affliction of the enemy?

Why are you cast down, O my soul? And why do you moan within me? Hope in God; for I still praise Him, the salvation of my face, and my God.

Awaken! Why do You sleep, O Jehovah? Arise! Do not cast us off forever.

Why do You hide Your face, and forget our affliction and distress?

Why should I fear in the days of evil, when the perversity of my ambushers will surround me?

To the Chief Musician. A contemplation. A Psalm of David, when Doeg the Edomite came and told Saul, and said to him, David has come to the house of Ahimelech. Why do you boast yourself in evil, O mighty man? The mercy of God endures forever.

Why do you gaze in envy, O mountain range, at the mountain God has chosen for His resting place? Yes, Jehovah will dwell in it forever.

Why do You withdraw Your hand, even Your right hand? Draw it out of Your bosom.

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.

Why have You broken down its hedges, so that all those who pass by the way pluck it?

O Jehovah, why do You cast off my soul? Why do You hide Your face from me?

Remember, I pray, how short my time is; why have You made all men in vain?

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