Psalms 41:7-11

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?