7 At the noise of thy water-spoutsdeep unto deep doth call;Thy breaking waves pass over me,yea, and thy billows all.
8 His loving-kindness yet the Lordcommand will in the day,His song's with me by night; to God,by whom I live, I'll pray:
9 And I will say to God my rock,Why me forgett'st thou so?Why, for my foes' oppression,thus mourning do I go?
10 'Tis as a sword within my bones,when my foes me upbraid;Ev'n when by them, Where is thy God?'tis daily to me said.
11 O why art thou cast down, my soul?why, thus with grief opprest,Art thou disquieted in me?in God still hope and rest:For yet I know I shall him praise,who graciously to meThe health is of my countenance,yea, mine own God is he.