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

Why do you stand far off, Yahweh? Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble?

Why does the wicked person condemn God, and say in his heart, "God won't call me into account?"

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 in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him for the saving help of his presence.

I will ask God, my rock, "Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?"

Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him, the saving help of my countenance, and my God.

For you are the God of my strength. Why have you rejected me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him: my Savior, my helper, and my God. For the Chief Musician. By the sons of Korah. A contemplative psalm.

Wake up! Why do you sleep, Lord? Arise! Don't reject us forever.

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

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

Why do you boast of mischief, mighty man? God's loving kindness endures continually.

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

God, why have you rejected us forever? Why does your anger smolder against the sheep of your pasture?

Why do you draw back your hand, even your right hand? Take it out of your pocket and consume them!

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.

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

Yahweh, why do you reject my soul? Why do you hide your face from me?

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