Like the crushing of my bones, my enemies taunt me, while they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”
My tears have been my food both day and night, while men ask me all day long, “Where is your God?”
Let the priests who minister before the LORD weep between the portico and the altar, saying, “Spare Your people, O LORD,
Speaking rashly is like a piercing sword, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.
so that the thoughts of many hearts will be revealed—and a sword will pierce your soul as well.”
Then my enemy will see and will be covered with shame—she who said to me, “Where is the LORD your God?” My eyes will see