They talk about me and say, “God will not help him.”
They say, “God has abandoned him; let's go after him and catch him; there is no one to rescue him.”
Day and night I cry, and tears are my only food; all the time my enemies ask me, “Where is your God?”
I am crushed by their insults, as they keep on asking me, “Where is your God?”
All who see me make fun of me; they stick out their tongues and shake their heads.
Tremble with fear and stop sinning; think deeply about this, when you lie in silence on your beds.
You went out to save your people, to save your chosen king. You struck down the leader of the wicked and completely destroyed his followers.
You got ready to use your bow, ready to shoot your arrows. Your lightning split open the earth.
God is coming again from Edom; the holy God is coming from the hills of Paran. His splendor covers the heavens, and the earth is full of his praise.
How long will you people insult me? How long will you love what is worthless and go after what is false?
Victory comes from the Lord— may he bless his people.
I call to the Lord for help, and from his sacred hill he answers me.
“If the Lord had not been on our side when our enemies attacked us,