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?
10 As with a crushing in my bones mine adversaries reproach me, while they say unto me all the day, Where is thy God
11 Why art thou cast down, my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God