They say, “A deadly thing is poured out on him; he will not rise again from where he lies.”

My tears have been my food day and night, while they say to me all the day long, “Where is your God?”

As with a deadly wound in my bones, my adversaries taunt me, while they say to me all the day long, “Where is your God?”

There they are, in great terror, where there is no terror! For God scatters the bones of him who encamps against you; you put them to shame, for God has rejected them.

My Soul Thirsts for You

A Psalm of David, when he was in the wilderness of Judah.

O God, you are my God; earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you; my flesh faints for you, as in a dry and weary land where there is no water.

I sink in deep mire, where there is no foothold; I have come into deep waters, and the flood sweeps over me.

Why should the nations say, “Where is their God?” Let the avenging of the outpoured blood of your servants be known among the nations before our eyes!

Lord, where is your steadfast love of old, which by your faithfulness you swore to David?

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