³ My tears have been my food day and night, while they keep saying to me, Where is your God?

⁵ You have given them the bread of weeping for food; for their drink you have given them sorrow in great measure.

¹⁰ Why may the nations say, Where is their God? Let payment for the blood of your servants be made openly among the nations before our eyes.

² Why may the nations say, Where is now their God?

⁹ I have had dust for bread and my drink has been mixed with weeping:

¹⁰ The cruel words of my haters are like a crushing of my bones; when they say to me every day, Where is your God?

¹⁰ And my hater will see it and be covered with shame; she who said to me, Where is the Lord your God? my eyes will see their desire effected on her, now she will be crushed under foot like the dust of the streets.

¹⁷ Let the priests, the servants of the Lord, be weeping between the covered way and the altar, and let them say, Have mercy on your people, O Lord, do not give up your heritage to shame, so that the nations become their rulers: why let them say among the peoples, Where is their God?

¹² And give punishment seven times over into the breast of our neighbours for the bitter words which they have said against you, O Lord.

⁸ He put his faith in the Lord; let the Lord be his saviour now: let the Lord be his saviour, because he had delight in him.

² Unnumbered are those who say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. (Selah.)

¹² It may be that the Lord will take note of my wrongs, and give me back good in answer to his cursing of me today.