6O my God, my soul has been troubled within me: therefore will I remember you from the land of Jordan, and of the Ermonites, from the little hill.
7Deep calls to deep at the voice of your cataracts: all your billows and your waves have gone over me.
8By day the Lord will command his mercy, and manifest it by night: with me is prayer to the God of my life.
9I will say to God, You are my helper; why have you forgotten me? therefore do I go sad of countenance, while the enemy oppresses me?
10While my bones were breaking, they that afflicted me reproached me; while they said to me daily, Where is your God?