7 Deep calls unto deep at the voice of thy waterspouts; all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.
8 Yet the Lord will command his mercy in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.
9 I will say unto God, My rock, why hast thou forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?
10 It is as death in my bones when my enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God?
11 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? Wait thou for God, for I shall yet praise him, who is the saving health of my countenance and my God.