Psalms 41:5-11

⁵I remembered these things, and poured out my soul in me, For I will go to the place of thy wondrous tabernacle, even to the house of God, With a voice of exultation and thanksgiving and of the sound of those who keep festival.

⁶Wherefore art thou very sad, O my soul? and wherefore dost thou trouble me? Hope in God; for I will give thanks to him; He is the salvation of my countenance.

⁷O my God, my soul has been troubled within me: Therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the little hill.

⁸Deep calls to deep at the voice of thy cataracts: All thy billows and thy waves have gone over me.

⁹By day the Lord will command his mercy, And manifest it by night: With me is prayer to the God of my life.

¹⁰I will say to God, Thou art my helper; why hast thou forgotten me? Wherefore do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses me?

¹¹While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me; While they said to me daily, Where is thy God?