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

Why standest thou afar off, O LORD? why hidest thou thyself in times of trouble?

Why doth the wicked contemn God? he hath said in his heart, Thou wilt not require it.

To the chief Musician upon Aijeleth Shahar, A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.

I will say to God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

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

For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

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

Awake, why sleepest thou, O Lord? arise, cast us not off for ever.

Why hidest thou thy face, and forgettest our affliction and our oppression?

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

To the chief Musician, Maschil, A Psalm of David, when Doeg the Edomite came and told Saul, and said to him, David is come to the house of Ahimelech. Why boastest thou thyself in mischief, O mighty man? the goodness of God endureth continually.

Why leap ye, ye lofty hills? this is the hill which God desireth to dwell in; yes, the LORD will dwell in it for ever.

Maschil of Asaph. O God, why hast thou cast us off for ever? why doth thy anger smoke against the sheep of thy pasture?

Why withdrawest thou thy hand, even thy right hand? pluck it out of thy bosom.

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

Why hast thou then broke down her hedges, so that all they who pass by the way do pluck her?

LORD, why castest thou off my soul? why hidest thou thy face from me?

Remember how short my time is: why hast thou made all men in vain?

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