Psalm 2

Why do the nations conspire and the peoples plot in vain?

Psalm 10

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

Why does the wicked man revile God? Why does he say to himself, “He won’t call me to account”?

Psalm 22

For the director of music. To the tune of “The Doe of the Morning.” A psalm of David.

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, so far from my cries of anguish?

Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.

I say to God my Rock, “Why have you forgotten me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?”

Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.

You are God my stronghold. Why have you rejected me? Why must I go about mourning, oppressed by the enemy?

Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.

Awake, Lord! Why do you sleep? Rouse yourself! Do not reject us forever.

Why do you hide your face and forget our misery and oppression?

Why should I fear when evil days come, when wicked deceivers surround me—

Psalm 52

For the director of music. A maskil of David. When Doeg the Edomite had gone to Saul and told him: “David has gone to the house of Ahimelek.”

Why do you boast of evil, you mighty hero? Why do you boast all day long, you who are a disgrace in the eyes of God?

why gaze in envy, you rugged mountain, at the mountain where God chooses to reign, where the Lord himself will dwell forever?

Psalm 74

A maskil of Asaph.

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

Why do you hold back your hand, your right hand? Take it from the folds of your garment and destroy them!

Why should the nations say, “Where is their God?” Before our eyes, make known among the nations that you avenge the outpoured blood of your servants.

Why have you broken down its walls so that all who pass by pick its grapes?

Why, Lord, do you reject me and hide your face from me?

Why was it, sea, that you fled? Why, Jordan, did you turn back?

Why, mountains, did you leap like rams, you hills, like lambs?

Why do the nations say, “Where is their God?”