Where will we seek the Lord? Where will we find Him?
Where will our soul find peace? Where will we find freedom?
The accusers and the liars, the extortioners and revilers, the murderous lions they devour.
With blood-tinged fangs the Shepard roars, Praises to the Lord!
Vanities! Vanities! Sharp tongues that tear and pillowy words suffocate. Where is the Life?
Chewing and gnashing the young ones into pieces, trampling their pasture, scattering the flock.
Look here! Look there! The Kingdom! The Kingdom! Look not inward to your own heart.
Find not the living fountains that bring forth everlasting peace and true freedom.
Wonders, mighty wonders! Divine and cry! Do not sing praise the Lord will hear.
Vanities! Vanities! Power and Blessings! Are we not as Gods?
Shut up the fountain. Seal up the word. Rip the tongue of the righteous from them.
Set a snare decadently garnished. Beckon the hungry. Give them moldy bread and gall.
Feast on the souls of the afflicted.
Where is the Lord? Where is the Lord? Who will lead us to His pasture?
With rushing waves and might, the Lord will swallow them up;
Cast them down as a millstone in the sea. No peace is found in Jerusalem.
Where are thine accusers? Says the Lord.
Everlasting peace! Everlasting peace! The waters abate and fountains spring forth Life.
And there will be no more hunger, nor any more thirst for the Lord will be their Shepard.
Do not fear because of them. Do not be confused by the noise. Do not despise His patience.
Take care that you do not become as the accusers who devour the brethren.
Hold fast to the truth and rest under his shadow until the pollution is out of the way.
He will preserve, nourish, and strengthen. Peace will be your inheritance.
Everlasting peace. Everlasting peace.