Psalms 41:8-12

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?

¹²Wherefore 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 health of my countenance, and my God.