Why do the nations rebel? Why are the countries devising plots that will fail?

Why, Lord, do you stand far off? Why do you pay no attention during times of trouble?

Why does the wicked man reject God? He says to himself, "You will not hold me accountable."

For the music director; according to the tune "Morning Doe;" a psalm of David. My God, my God, why have you abandoned me? I groan in prayer, but help seems far away.

The Lord is both kind and fair; that is why he teaches sinners the right way to live.

Why are you depressed, O my soul? Why are you upset? Wait for God! For I will again give thanks to my God for his saving intervention.

I will pray to God, my high ridge: "Why do you ignore me? Why must I walk around mourning because my enemies oppress me?"

Why are you depressed, O my soul? Why are you upset? Wait for God! For I will again give thanks to my God for his saving intervention.

For you are the God who shelters me. Why do you reject me? Why must I walk around mourning because my enemies oppress me?

Why are you depressed, O my soul? Why are you upset? Wait for God! For I will again give thanks to my God for his saving intervention.

Rouse yourself! Why do you sleep, O Lord? Wake up! Do not reject us forever!

Why do you look the other way, and ignore the way we are oppressed and mistreated?

Why should I be afraid in times of trouble, when the sinful deeds of deceptive men threaten to overwhelm me?

For the music director; a well-written song by David. It was written when Doeg the Edomite went and informed Saul: "David has arrived at the home of Ahimelech." Why do you boast about your evil plans, O powerful man? God's loyal love protects me all day long!

Why do you look with envy, O mountains with many peaks, at the mountain where God has decided to live? Indeed the Lord will live there permanently!

A well-written song by Asaph. Why, O God, have you permanently rejected us? Why does your anger burn against the sheep of your pasture?

Why do you remain inactive? Intervene and destroy him!

Why should the nations say, "Where is their God?" Before our very eyes may the shed blood of your servants be avenged among the nations!

Why did you break down its walls, so that all who pass by pluck its fruit?

O Lord, why do you reject me, and pay no attention to me?

Take note of my brief lifespan! Why do you make all people so mortal?

Why do you flee, O sea? Why do you turn back, O Jordan River?

Why do you skip like rams, O mountains, like lambs, O hills?

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