3 My tears have been my bread day and night, while they say unto me all the day, Where is thy God
4 These things I remember and have poured out my soul within me: how I passed along with the multitude, how I went on with them to the house of God with the voice of joy and praise, a festive multitude.
5 Why art thou cast down, my soul, and art disquieted in me? hope in God for I shall yet praise him, for the health of his countenance.
6 My God my soul is cast down within me; therefore do I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, and the Hermons, from mount Mizar.
7 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy cataracts; all thy breakers and thy billows are gone over me.
8 In the day-time will Jehovah command his loving-kindness, and in the night his song shall be with me, a prayer unto the ·God of my life.
9 I will say unto ·God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?